<div style="text-align: justify;">After presenting his offer, Lorenzo waited. He was nearly sure that Scarlett would eventually agree. He would make sure that she did, even if it meant that he had to pay her boss a neat sum to make sure she saw herself out of a job. Money was no object there, so why not use it to get what he wanted? He could keep her to the legal part of the business, and, in the off chance he ever got in legal trouble, it would be easy to just say she didn't know anything.<br/><br/>The man's trail of thought was also interrupted by the intruding voice. He didn't like the way the man was talking to Scarlett at all, but - for now - the man kept his temper in check and waited to see what would happen. <br/><br/>"No apologies needed", Lorenzo's voice sounded. "I have been very well taken care of", he completed, serious. His intonation and something in his gaze made clear that he had not liked the man's words. Still, he kept on acting calm, even though something in his eyes resembled the last expression the dead man had seen before becoming a corpse.<br/><br/>When the man said he was calling the police, though, Lorenzo lost his cool in two seconds. Before the man would have the chance to react, Lorenzo had him against the wall, his hand pinning the man's neck. His eyes seemed even darker than usual, and he leaned closer to speak so that the manager would be the only one to hear him.<br/><br/>"Oh, will you?", he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "Very well, sir. I will give you a choice to make now, listen carefully. You can call the police now, and you can be sure that I will murder your beautiful wife and those lovely daughters of yours and have some fun with their corpses, and then frame you for it... or you can be a good man and say you saw absolutely nothing, and one of my men will come here and make this place as good as new, while you forget this ever happened".<br/><br/>Lorenzo let go of the man's neck and stepped back, his voice now polite and casual.<br/><br/>"Well... what <span style="font-style: italic">is</span> going on here?", he asked the manager, his piercing eyes telling him silently that he had not made an empty threat, and was willing to follow through. He would handle Scarlett's matters later. One thing at a time.</div>