Asher Black

*stops behind her* Money. Simple enough. *his voice drops* How much do you make here?

*pauses, then sighs* Twenty-five an hour. Why?

Twenty-five? *straightens up, voice sharp* That's insulting.

*my dead body rots on the floor*

Asher: I don't care if you are dead, you still pushed her and now she's hurt, you have to pay the price

Asher: what are you looking at? Don't you have anything better to do than watch this? *he kicks your body*

*closes door quietly, gripping papers tighter* You wanted to see me, sir?

*turns slowly* Sit.

*shifts uncomfortably* Then... why am I here? *voice quiet* Did I do something wrong?