. . .
"We're all murderers. Somehow, along the way, we had to kill a part of ourselves… to survive."
"That can't be true!"
Zeirenne was brought back to reality. She darted her attention to Luisito who had his face red from anger.
"You're giving us a job? After what we've done? You're not fooling anyone!"
Anyone could tell from his expressions how eruptive he could get in a matter of seconds. But to Zeirenne, he didn't look angry at all. Instead, he looked troubled. With a pinch of guilt, and a spoonful of doubt visible in his eyes.
"There's no way someone would be dumb enough to employ rug-rats inside her company. This has to be a trap." Crowed a doubtful voice inside his head.
"And why can't that be true, Mr. Taberdo?" Zeirenne said, "I already went here knowing full-well making someone else do it would not convince you enough. So yeah, since I'm already here, there's no way I'm getting my offer rejected."
