Scarlett listened carefully, walking around the room and looking at some of the bookcases as he explained what he did. She mainly did this so he couldn't watch her face whilst he told his story. She knew he was studying her, she didn't much appreciate it. A brothel? Drug dealing? What was he thinking? Surely the other businesses were enough to keep his income stable without dipping into illegal activities. She decided not to voice that opinion though, she probably wouldn't like his answer.<br/><br/>When he explained his reasons for killing the man, she raised an eyebrow, finally turning around to look him in the eye. She wasn't surprised when he said he'd lost his temper, she'd seen him do that many a time in school. Though he'd never<span style="font-style: italic">killed</span>anyone from losing his temper before.<br/><br/>"Satisfied." She replied firmly, her expression perhaps as unreadable as his. He scared her, she knew that much but she didn't want him to know that about her. She walked back over to the desk, standing in front of him. "Anything you want from me?" She asked, crossing her arms. Not that anything she had to say would be half as<span style="font-style: italic">scandalous</span>or shocking as what he had told her. Still, she thought it only fair she gave him the same opportunity.<br/><br/>The brunette wondered why she was still here. Why wasn't she running for the hills? That would be the sensible option. Something in her gut told her not to, to give this opportunity he had presented her a chance. Perhaps she was just tired of working away and never getting anywhere.