Her temper almost showed, but she checked it as she retorted, “I will work in my own space, sir. I will not have you standing over me and pressuring me, as you are even attempting now. We tried that before, and your efforts failed. You went off in a snit and look what you accomplished
“If you place those sorts of constraints on me, I will do nothing, and you will die a painful death.” Her voice softened as she added, “If you let me work, I believe I can find a salvation for you as well as a long range solution. Your experimentation has resulted in two goals - with one being more critical now than the original.”
He looked almost beaten. She reached down to pick up the beautiful orchid, and as he resignedly nodded, he reached to take her hand. She extended her hand with the flower into his open palm, almost relieved that they’d actually reached agreement. He covered her hand with his other hand. Before she could react, she felt the hypodermic needle slide into her skin. Her eyes flew open, and she looked at him with pure hate as she yanked her hand away and dropped the flower. She inspected the puncture and blood that now glistened on her ivory skin. She stared at the orchid now, realizing it was an assassin’s weapon.
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