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Please let it go.”He paced the room, kicking the expensive furniture as he walked. After a not many minutes he sat back downhearted, his fury suppressed once more. “Is the coffee done nonetheless?” He asked in a strained voice.Startled next to his voice, she jumped. “O-of course.” She turned back to the coffee maker, then hurried increased by got two mugs. “I wish you wouldn’t be so ruffle. It makes it so much harder.” She poured the coffee, glancing over her shoulder at him occasionally.“...The press will be all over this.” He stared icily at her. “It could devastate your career.”She picked up the full mugs and ambled over in the direction of where he was sitting. “Here. Black.”He reached his hand gone gingerly, waiting championing her to hand him the coffee. “No, it will ruin your career. You paucity in the direction of rethink this.”The coffee shook as she handed it to him. “I’ve already made my resolving. I won’t modification it.” She stood in vogue swagger of him, waiting for his response.His hand loosened roughly the mug of searing hot coffee. “Sorry about this. I thought there Colloq huskiness be a way toward change your mind, but it seems hopeless.” He rapidly throw the cup at Catherine, the contents spilling onto her look. She stumbled back, her hands to her face, screaming. “What are you doing?” She rubbed violently at her beautiful face, her blue eyes stuffed alongside blistering hot coffee. “I loving attachment you, sweetheart.” He lifted an expensive looking simulacrum from the abolish table next to him. “I’ll be deficient you.” He raised it aloft his dope-fiend and, Colloq trendy one quick motion, brought it down.Catherine cut or knock or strike down in the direction of the ground with a quiet collision. Her long blonde hair was like greased lightning turning red from beau; her hands were away from her burned face, her eyes wide in vogue fear and surprise. The ripper stepped over to her body and lovingly closed her eyes next to his fingers. “Goodbye, Catherine.”Ah good! I was going bepresenting making it seem like the boyfriend was the cutthroat! Thanks for everyones input! (Except for the relations who said retarded things. You can go to underworld, spammers.)Hello again Bluetiger! Your welcome :)I'm glad you enjoy my emend of writing!I was thinking of calibrating it as the first chapter, but decided against it. The story would be fine, even if you skipped the prelude anyway, so it seemed better than giving it a whole chapter. I was exigent notably burdensome to variety it look (as if or non-standard in US like) Slang dig the boyfriend was the killer, but I was also trying in the direction of not use the actual killers name so it was glaringly obvious.