music-makes-me-high

   I could feel the heavy briefcase in my hand. It looked just like an ordinary briefcase, and in fact, it was. Its content, though, that’s what was unordinary about it.   “Good morning, Mr. Quinn.”, the secretary greeted me.   I just nodded at her with a polite and actually quite charming smile. It’s not like I’m bragging about my looks, I’m not, the smile was meant to be charming. It was a distraction, so she wouldn’t notice that despite the warm weather, I was wearing gloves… I was also hoping she wouldn’t notice the slight outlines of the gun under my jacket, barely visible, but i