Job

A man, Smith, sat on a couch. Across from him sat Passion, on a different couch. The room was nice, a few bookshelves, a piano, a few small tables, so on. It was a lovely room full of ridiculous needs to display the money poured into it. There was a small bar behind Smith, standing at it with his back to the other two was Clementine. 

Smith spoke up, "So, Miss Clem-"

Passion laughed softly, "No, no. I'm not Clementine. I'm Passion, and you don't need to add miss to it. Just Passion is fine."

"My apologies, I didn't realize." He turned his head to look at Clementine, who still had his back to them, "I just didn't take him as a Clementine. He's rather big, isn't he? Hasn't even said a word either. Will I even get to see your bodyguard's face, or is he just going to mess around with my drinks this whole time?"

"Oh, don't mind him," Passion waved her hand dismissively, "He's not one for talking, a bit shy. He'll come over whenever he thinks that he's figured out a good drink for us. Despite his quietness, he does like to impress, in a weird way. It's why he's the only one not in a full suit in here, though I do think his dress shirt is much better than our stiff jackets."

"Right..." Smith turned back around and adjusted his jacket, "As long as we have a nice drink, I'll let it slide."

Passion smiled, head tilting a bit as her eyes were closed. She dropped a folder on the coffee table in between her and Smith. She leaned back on the couch a bit and crossed her arms. Smith looked down at the folder, raising his eyebrows a bit.

"What's all this?"

"Well," Passion opened one eye, "You wanted to hire me to get you information right? That's got some information for you already, just to show you I can do it. You wanted to know more about that or-"

Smith clapped and leaned forward, "I love someone who thinks ahead! Prepared to show off, you're just like your bodyguard over there with the drinks. Dressed to impress and acting even more so. I love some initiative!"

Before he could grab the folder, a drink entered his field of view. Clementine was standing above him, holding a glass just within his view. He spoke in a low, deep voice, "No need to rush. Relax."

Smith chuckled and took the glass, "You're right, I like this guy, he's-" He turned to look at Clementine, only to realize he'd already walked around the couch and now stood facing away from him again, handing a glass to Passion, "He's certainly something. But he's right, no shame in some conversation. Clementine, could you put on some music while you're up?"

Clementine nodded without turning to look at him, walking away to mess around with some music.

Passion took a drink from her glass, "I shouldn't bring him around here much, you'll work him to death just because he's polite. I can already tell."

"What can I say, if he's willing to do something, I'm gonna request it," Smith chuckled, "He's got an imposing aura, it's a bit funny to see him hurrying around to help out. You should see how much you can get him to do."

"No, no..." She shook her head a bit, still smiling, "I can't do that to him. It's already hard enough to get him to have conversations with me, mostly because he doesn't really interact much outside of work. Can't go abusing that power and risking losing any form of interaction with the guy."

He sipped his glass, "I suppose you're right. If he was my guard, I'd have him do a lot. Of course, I might get more socialization from a dog as a guard, rather than him. Have you tried getting a dog?"

The music finally stopped switching around, now playing a nice, calm tune. Clementine walked back to the bar, looking at them as they talked.

"Eh, I don't know. I'd love a dog, but I don't have the time for a high commitment pet right now."

"What about you, Clementine?" Smith turned around to look at him, smiling as he did.

Clementine turned to look at Smith, "I like rabbits."

Smith's smile faltered for a moment, clearly caught off guard by Clementine's mask. He chuckled nervously, "I didn't realize you wore a mask. That certainly makes you more...interesting." He clears this throat before taking another drink, turning back to the table, "Enough small talk. I'd like to get a look at this information."

Passion smiled again, "Be my guest, I think you'll find it very important."

Smith set down his glass and picked up the folder, opening it. Passion set down her own glass and got up as he did so, walking behind the couch she had been sitting on. She leaned against the back of the couch, arms crossed on the back. Smith's eyes widened before he looked up at Passion, who was still smiling.

"What the hell is the meaning of this? What kind of sick joke-" He cut himself off as a click was heard. He stared back down at the folder as a gun sat pressed against his temple, Clementine looming behind him with it. He cleared his throat a bit, "Why?"

Passion chuckled, "Well, that lady in the photos with you didn't like how you left her. Said something about how you threw her under the bus after taking everything you gave to her away. Kind of a dick move. Normally, I'm the one who stays more in the background of the people Clementine is paid to go after, but well," She gestured towards Smith, "You happened to contact me the same day Clementine got contracted. They thought it would be easier to...have him play bodyguard. He agreed, because-"

Clementine spoke up, "It's easier."

"He's not one for conversation, and you're a social guy. Thought I'd give him a break. As for your important information on that organization you wanted me to find. Weeeeell..."

Smith swallowed a bit, looking up at Passion, "I take it that you two are part of it."

"Bingo!" Passion stood up all the way, "Real bad luck for you, you hired an employee to dig up dirt on their employers, right at the same time that you became a job for their coworker. Short straws and all that."

"I can pay you more, I can pay both of you to just leave, you can-"

Clementine pulled the trigger, cutting him off. Smith's body twitched as it fell to the side, red staining the couch. A photo had fallen from the folder as it left his grasp, getting a bit of blood on it. Clementine put the gun in Smith's had before dropping his arm and letting it fall naturally out of it.

He walked around and picked up Passion's glass, "Gotta wash this now."

Passion raised an eyebrow at him as he walked around to wash it at the bar, "You didn't even let him finish his offer."

"Didn't need to."

"And why is that?"

Clementine turned to look at her as he started drying the glass, "He wanted information on our organization and didn't even know how much Mrs. Callahan is paying us before assuming he could pay more. You would've decline anyways so..."

"You skipped ahead again," She chuckled a bit.

"I didn't like him. He said a dog would be better than me at my job."

"Not in those words."

"Close enough though."

Passion shrugged a bit, "Fair enough. Let's head out, don't want too many questions being asked. Plus, our pay day is waiting for us, so let's go."

Clementine nodded, following as Passion walked out.