"Do you know who the spies are?" I asked George who was driving, we were on our way home. After the auction I after some people who needed to be finished off, I spent some time beating and killing people before back home. At least I'm not in a bad mood now.
George glanced toward the center rearview mirror, his hands still on the steering wheel.
I threw the smoke into the air, wind coming in from the window was cold but I didn't care. My mind was too mess to feel any of it.
"There are many people who can be like that."
"Including you?" I glanced at George who was silent, neither evading nor defending himself. I sighed, "I know you've been working in my family even since you were so young, but don't you think we spent the most time together before becoming a boss and a subordinate? I thought we were friend."
