Kenneth heard the clicking of high heels against the floor outside. The clicking reminded him of the ticking mechanical sound of a revolvers turning barrel. It was fitting really, high heels truly are the silent weapon of women after all.<br/><br/>The woman stopped outside his door, there was a moments pause as she considered how to enter. The kind of pause you got from nervious dames as they consider their place, or from the collective type, the type to whom every move is methodical and thought through. The most dangerious kind of women...<br/><br/>There was a light but insistant knock on the door. "Door's open" said Kenneth, just loud enough to be heard through the door, but without yelling.<br/>The door swung open and the woman stepped into his office, Kenneth sighed out a breath of smoke before killing it. This dame was the ladder of the two... most definetly methodical, most definetly dangerious...