“Good morning Mr. Blake,” Amber bowed down as she greeted her superior who just entered the company. She smiled so bright the moment that she raised her head and stood straight. As if doing her absolute best to prevent Blake from associating anything of her to the woman that Blake have seen in Hell. She knew a lot after that day. Maybe Blake did not intend to go to Hell during an inhumane trade such as what they’ve seen, but she is fairly certain that this man, currently walking past her, he is nowhere near clean.
There’s no way someone like him is has such a neat and spotless record. Someone that can shoot a group of men that are running while he is also running and avoiding a girl right in front of those targets? He has the skills, there is no way Amber is just gonna forget about that
