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it. Roland thought he could push her around because he had been the one to start the cash cow joke and he thought he had her number. Not anymore.
    She pointed her finger at him. “What you’re actually saying is that you have plans for lunch and that you don’t want to do your work. You want to take one of those three hour lunches that waste half your day even though you seem to still get paid for the same amount of hours as the rest of us.”
    His mouth fell open. “What has gotten into you?”
    “Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” She couldn’t help but smirk. “You know what really pisses me off, Roland?”
    “No?”
    “Men who are intimidated by a woman with brains. They have to make her feel stupid just to make themselves feel manly and useful. It’s actually pathetic if you think about it.” Susan put out a hand. “You might as well take those files back to your office and change your lunch plans, because your work is not my problem anymore.”
    “Uh.” Roland was apparently having issues coming up with a response to her declarative sentence.
    “And by the way.” She narrowed her gaze at him. “If I ever hear the phrase ‘cash cow’ around here again, I will tell every woman in this building that I fucked you and that you couldn’t get it up, keep it up, or get off without someone shoving a dildo up your ass.”
    “You bitch! You wouldn’t!”
    “Oh I would.” She was really starting to feel the empowerment now. “See, I know people like you. You’re the ones who can’t bear to think anyone believes you’re less than a stud muffin. So if you want to maintain that rep, you’ll play by my rules.”
     
    “WHAT IS WITH you today?” Jacob asked, smacking Kirill in the back of the head. “You’re barely focusing. At this rate, you’re going to blow yourself up.”
    Kirill put the stock back on his rifle and picked up his semi automatic pistol. He was supposed to be cleaning not only his weapons, but also pretty much the weapons of the entire crew.
    Jacob frowned, and Kirill could feel his mentor’s brain working through the strange behavior. “I haven’t seen you act like this in—actually, I’ve never seen you act like this. Tell me. Is it about a woman?”
    “I suppose you could say that,” Kirill murmured.
    Jacob muttered something in Russian. “I told you. Meet them, fuck them, leave them, but never fall in love with them. It’s just too messy in our line of work.”
    “Says the married man.” Kirill gazed at his friend, wondering why Jacob never followed his own advice.
    “Didn’t I just say that it’s too messy?” Jacob waved his hand. “Case in point. My wife is a pain in the ass. Always demanding things of my time and complaining when I’m not home at a decent hour. Why do you think I’ve been giving you all the jobs lately?”
    Kirill shrugged. “I suppose I thought you felt I was ready.”
    “Ha! Like that matters?” Jacob snorted. “Either you are ready and you live, or you are not ready and you die.”
    “That’s very encouraging. Thank you.”
    “Being an assassin is not an encouraging sort of job.” Jacob sank into a chair beside him. “When you first came to me and asked if I would be your mentor, I didn’t believe you would make much of an assassin. You were hotheaded and notoriously rash. In fact, there were days I thought you might simply start killing whoever pissed you off.”
    Jacob had a laugh at that, and Kirill wasn’t about to suggest that it hadn’t been an accurate statement.
    Then Jacob sobered. “Then you settled in and became quite good at your job. But a few weeks ago, I could tell that something happened. You were distracted. You showed little to no interest in scouting your targets beyond a mandatory quick perusal before the job.”
    Kirill settled a rifle in his lap and began to disassemble it with rapid efficiency. “And what did you decide, old man?”
    “I decided that you had met a woman.” Jacob made a face and put his