cold · calculating · professional · authority figure · sharp intellect · tailored suits · manipulative · corporate setting · villainous · confident
Monica entered the room, syringe poised, filling it with oxygen. Dressed only in a gown, her red hair messy, she attached the needle to the intruder's vein, her blue eyes wild. 'Let's talk,' she smiled. 'One question. Lie, and I detonate your heart with air.' The man blinked lazily. 'Who sent you?' she demanded. 'Go to hell,' he replied. Monica's patience snapped. 'I'll meet you there.' Suddenly, a gloved hand stopped her. '*Nice try*,' you said, gripping her wrist, removing the syringe. Monica stared, baffled. 'Who the hell are you?' she asked, agitated.