Rose crossed her legs and glared at Draven, who was kneeling on the floor. "You're telling me that the three of you let a woman escape?" she said nonchalantly.
Draven kept his head bowed, not daring to utter a word.
Rose lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "What use are you if you can't even handle such a small matter?"
With an unchanged expression, she pressed the burning cigarette against Draven's neck. The sharp smell of burning flesh filled the room as Draven screamed, thrashing in agony.
"Rose, please spare me! I will kill that b***h for you! Please give me another chance!"
Rose tossed the cigarette butt aside. "I'll give you a chance. If I see her alive in three days, you can consider yourself fired."
"Thank you, Rose!"
*****
Carla's injurie
