The Job Is Mine Part 2 ... Somebody Else Is In Front Of You! (Thank You! Sandflea68 for the different perspective.)

It had become so easy I was beginning to get bored. She was looking at my bullshit resume oblivious to everything aorund her. I started to squeeze the trigger when the door opened and someone else walked in.They walked to stand directly in front of and began speaking, "I may be of some help, assistance, aid.

My gun was pointed right at them and all I had to do was squeeze.

The someone spoke agaIn, "There appears to be a form of hesitancy; maybe a moment of doubt or... perhaps a question; why?

"All II have to do is squeeze this trigger"

"Then why haven't you?"

I am thinking why don't I nail this motherfucker with a .45 caliber slug?/ Especially since she at the desk seems to be moving in really slow motion.

The someone spoke again, "Yes, why not?"

I relaxed on the gun and then I knew the next question; one I would speak out loud, "I will not ask who you are but I would like to know what you are."

Silence from the someone

"Look, I kill people."

Do you like what you do?

"I'm just really good at it. I really don't think about it."

"Look at her."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"Why not?"

The someone is right. I am tired of what I have become. People are just paychecks. I know what to do next and the last thought I have is who has to clean up this mess as I blow my brains out.