[ CW ] A multi-billionaire offers you 100 million to kill a stranger ...

I arrived home later than usual tonight, my husband obviously upset. 
 
 `` Sorry I'm late. Everything alright, dear?'' I ask, although I already know the answer. 
 
 `` Of course,'' he said in an absent-minded tone as he kissed me on the cheek. He then added, `` I'm just waiting on an important call.'' 
 
 I smile at him with my blood red lips. Only I know that the call wont be coming tonight, or ever for that matter. 
 
 While walking to my bustling office in the city this morning, a man in a dark grey Porsche ( Not unusual for this part of town ) pulled up next to me with a strange proposition. 
 
 `` How would you like to become one hundred million dollars richer?'' he asked, peering toward me through the window. 
 
 The man immediately caught my attention. Sure, he could have been a fraud, but why take such a chance with this much money on the line? 
 
 He continued, `` You only have to do one thing: kill a complete stranger. It will be quick and painless for her. The newest advances in medicine have given me access to a pill so potent it kills after only a few minutes. She would appear to have had a heart attack.'' 
 
 The man opened his palm, revealing a small, round pill. 
 
 `` What are you?'' I ask, `` Some kind of freak who gets off on women killing homeless people or the mentally ill? You really expect me to kill a complete stranger for money that I do n't even know exists?'' 
 
 He chuckled then. 
 
 `` No my dear. The person who you are to kill is not homeless, nor mentally ill. She's my wife who is currently, and yes I mean currently, fucking your husband.'' 
 
 I'm astonished. 
 
 `` How am I supposed to believe any of this? 
 
 Then, as if he knew I would ask that, he produced a picture of his wife, with my husband, I might add, and a bank statement showing exactly 100. million. dollars.It was stored in some off-shore bank account, but it had my name written all over it. My mind was made up by then, though. The man gives me the details. His wife always heads to Starbucks ( of all places ) after her `` meetings'' with my husband. 
 
 As satisfying as it would have been to see her go into cardiac arrest as she ingested the pill I dissolved into her drink, I knew I had to leave there as soon as possible. 
 
 Once my job was done, I went back to the man whose name I still do not know. I received the password to the bank account with my payment, as well as a small bonus for being so timely. 
 
 I wandered the city for many hours more, not feeling quite right, but not feeling a lick of guilt. I wondered how long my husband had been cheating on me, something that is now irrelevant. 
 
 I acted as if everything were okay when I returned home. My husband, on the other hand, panicked, waiting for his whore to call. He has never been very good at covering up his worries. He was so worried, in fact, that he did n't notice the small, round pill I dissolved into his glass of wine. 

