Scarlett raised an eyebrow, followed by a confused expression. Why was he so insistent on helping her? Not that she didn't appreciate the offers, it certainly was tempting. She looked him over. He would probably be a better boss then what she has now, normal hours and decent pay.<span style="font-style: italic">Enough to start saving...</span>Keeping his mother company, being his assistant. Easy work. Accounting wouldn't be too bad either, once she was shown the ropes.<br/><br/>She considered it in her mind, biting at her lower lip as she thought it all over. She was exhausted. Exhausted from working so many hours, tired of forever trying to save up. Lorenzo could make her life so easy.<br/><br/>Or he could mess it up completely. He'd basically admitted that some of his businesses were illegal. She could be caught up in it all if he ever got in trouble. Then there was his temper. Though he was seemingly calm at the moment, the damage to the room and dead guy said otherwise. Even if he kept his cool with Scarlett, he obviously has no problem harming and killing others. It was messy.<br/><br/>Her trail of thought was interrupted by a familiar nasally voice calling from the doorway.<br/><br/>"Ah, Scarlett. What a surprise that you're here, sat down, not working." The man stepped into the room, clearly annoyed at the sight. "You know what? I don't know why I don't just fire you right now. Sat down on shift, talking. This isn't what I pay you for. So I won't pay you anymore, consider this your last shift." The man continued, stepping further into the room. His expression softened when he turned to look at Lorenzo. "I can only apologise. We're slightly short-staffed at the moment, I should have seen to it that you had one of our...<span style="font-style: italic">better</span>waitresses."<br/><br/>The brunette jumped when the man spoke, rushing to stand up and knocking the plates over from the table. Smash. They broke into smaller pieces and spread across the floor. Crap. She bent down to pick them up, panicked hands shaking as she listened to the mans words. He was going to fire her?<br/><br/>The crash made him look to the floor, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the other customer - dead. "What... On Earth?" He spoke, mainly to himself. He stepped over Scarlett, his foot bashing into her shoulder as he moved to look properly. She tumbled back onto the floor. "What is going on here?" He asked, startled. "I'm calling the police."