Sneijder

With the practiced precision of a woman with a hundred burglaries under her belt Max silently slid the window open just barely enough for her to slip though. Without a sound she dropped to the ground. Motionless she watched and listened before slowly creeping down the hallway.

She mentally checked off everything she saw, from a painting worth close to six figures to a ugly sculptor that could easily be a make shift club if the need arose. She noted each possible exit and any blind spots as she stalked the home.

Finally she reached his office, the same office she had let him fuck her in. Her face flushed slightly and not for the first time she wondered what the hell she was doing.

Sneijder was working at his desk, his brow furrowed in frustration as he read something on his computer screen. The small ugly man looked tired, making him even more unpleasant to the eye.

He was a disgusting, horrible person, both inside and out Max thought as she squeezed her thighs together. He would do disgusting horrible things to her. Treat her like the dirty whore- Max shook the thought from her head.

She stepped forward into his office, hiding slightly in the shadow and purposely let her shoes scuff slightly on the floor.

It was more than enough to get Sneijders attention. His head snapped up quickly in shock before he leaned towards the right side of his desk. His eyes went wide as he saw who it was.

“You?’ He looked utterly confused, his hand still in the drawer. From the way his muscles were tense he held onto something. Probably a gun Max thought but he didn’t move to pull it out, at least not yet.

“Me,” Max said took a step forward and came completely out of the shadows. Sneijder's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her form fitting black cat suit.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.