Flossie Wright paused for a moment. A flicker played around her eyes, her deep black pupils reflected a captivating brilliance that was so mesmerizing one couldn't look away. She briefly rested her elbow on the nearby man in black, but the next moment she pointed a handgun, which she had been leisurely twirling, at the man's temple. She spoke in a cold, quiet voice, "Didn't your boss tell you not to interfere with those who bring him business?"
At the moment she spoke, the man near her felt a series of chills, as if his entire body was paralyzed by an oppressive force. His eyes moved rigidly, filled with terror as he met Flossie's gaze. When he saw her faintly amused eyes, his blood seemed to freeze, his instinct to flee evaporated.
He was unaccountably scared!
Unaccountably tense!
