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

`` I got'em! yup, right here! Thanks for sending the ride there too pal, I would'a been nervous as all hell driving around with a body in my car.'' 
 
 There's something charmingly funny about a ragged homeless man walking into a billionares office, clean and pristine, with a sheet wrapped body slung over his shoulder. 
 
 `` Of course, you are good for the money? Well fuck you're a billionaire, what a dumb question. Hah! Billionare, good for the money. But uh, Mr. Walton, can I get the money now? 
 
 `` Sit John sit, here, let me pour you a brandy, you like brandy?'' 
 
 `` Oh of course Mr. Walton, that's a nice liqour cabinet you got there, pretty full I might add. You know living on the streets, I've really acquired a taste for Colt 40's and Vlad.'' 
 
 `` Well now, unless you have an itch to blow a hundred million pretty quick I think you'll be able to afford something a little nicer for yourself. Now, let's get to business. How'd it go?'' 
 
 Sitting on a couch in a billionaires office, drinking aged scotch sharing a couch with a dead body, most would say that means something went bad. 
 
 `` It went great! Off without a hitch it did. Just followed her down the street, pushed her into the corner and BAM! Lead express right through the kisser.'' 
 
 `` And you have, eh, proof it was you?'' 
 
 `` But of course! I video'd it! Look at my phone!'' 
 
 `` How could you afford a phone?'' 
 
 `` It's her phone! Here you go. I did n't get her face, though, sorry. I did n't want to look.'' 
 
... 
 
 `` Not bad not bad, little dark, but I'll believe it was you. Well alright, I'm honestly not surprised someone did it. Money is a crazy thing. Just take a step out to my secretary and we will start working out the transfer.'' 
 
 `` Wow! Thank you sir, it's been great. Ca n't say I'd do it again though.'' 
 
 `` No worries no worries, get out of here and start thinking about taking a shower or something. You're money now, you should act like it.'' 
 
 John left the office, Walton picked up his phone and started thumbing through his contacts. He dialed out to Nicole, the one with the heart next to it. The phone John stole and left on Walton's desk started ringing.
