The Next Line 6

There was a sound of a bolt being slid back, and the shutters opened, spilling light into the darkness. "What are you doing here?" Robert asked. "Go away, before someone sees you."

"Let me in." When he tried to close the shutters, she stopped him. "I'll make a scene!"

"You're already making one."

"Then let me in."

Robert stepped back, glaring as she hoisted herself onto the windowsill and dropped into the room. "See that rectangular object in the far wall?" he said. "It's called a door. You'll find they're convenient for—"

"I figured you'd send me away. And I need to talk to you."

"If this is anything like what you had to say to me at the church, I'd rather you leave."

Diana straightened her shoulders. "I know you hate me. But this is business."

"I don't hate you," Robert said, walking across the room.

"Then why—"

"Will you just state your business, please?"

"Fine. I want a new assignment." When Robert frowned at her, she went on. "I want something less bloody." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm tired of killing people. Please, Robert . . . Can't someone else operate the guillotine?"


Dialogue: Bunnygirl.....The Next Line: Evil Editor