Ivan closes his eyes trying to control his breath, his hands wrapped around his gun as he silently waits for his target to finally be alone.
He is in the closet of the old man’s study and he has been for an hour patiently waiting but in no time now, the man will be sent to hell.
“See you tomorrow, sir.” The man with Bill Locke stands up and heads towards the door.
“Won’t be available tomorrow, will contact you when I will be available.”
“Okay, sir.” The man opens the door and exits.
Ivan breathes out as he waits for some seconds to make sure is truly alone. He opens the closet door a little to see for himself and there was his target holding a glass of wine seating in his leather chair.
Ivan opens the closet with his gun pointed at him, his victim jumps out of his seat in panic.
