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The two men had waited for quite a while now. Tombsen and Tomb were not use to people having the nerve to show up late.
However when a slender woman in a black dress walked in, her every step seemed fueled by self-esteem. The skin was still moist from her evening swim, and her hair neatly combed.

“Gentlemen,” she spoke in a soft voice under the sound of her heels clicking while her finger slid along the huge table usually occupied by lawyers. “I trust you brought what I asked for.”

“Are you the one they call X?” Tombsen had said it just a bit too eager.

“Maybe, maybe not. Let’s say I am. Do you have what I asked for?”

With some hesitation one of the middle-aged men stepped forward and presented the briefcase before placing it on the surface of the table.

“Well, thank you, good sirs. Nice doing business with ya,” was her only response, not even opening it to see if the money was there. She just pulled out a CD from her purse, threw it to the nearest man in a suit and started walking out with the case.
In strong contrast to the two men at the law firm, she did not seem nervous at all. Doing dirty business was apparently just another day.

This however did not go well with Tomb.
“Hey!” he called. The man with the rough look in a clean suit swung the disc like a piece of evidence in a courtroom. “Hey, how can we know this is the only copy of the data?”

Now the woman with curvy cheekbones stopped. She didn’t get back there immediately. No, for a moment she just stood there before turning 180 degrees and walking right up in the man’s face. Somehow it seemed like only a second had passed by before his heavy breath was in her face.
With a bit of a forced smile, she tilted her head just slightly and said smoothly: “Well, whoever gave you my number must have been satisfied, right?”
His partner was about to open his mouth, but she didn’t let him.
“I don’t really care what’s on that disc,” she continued. “You see when you deal with me it’s capitalism at its finest. You buy a product, you get what you paid for. Now, looking at you two fine men sweating, any moron can tell, you aren’t use to breaking the rules; you don’t live in that world.”
In a calm fashion the young woman started correcting the man in front’s tie with just one hand, while the other held the briefcase with the money. There was a certain honesty about the way she expressed herself.
“You have now gotten a glimpse of my world, so my advice to you is this: Forget about X, forget about me. Because I will not forget about you and your firm, here. What happened here is part of a world you can never fathom, so don’t try.”
With those words she turned around and was out of the door and out of their sight in no time. Though the company had done business with her they were worlds apart, barely even speaking the same language as her. Even as lawyers they had the luxury of not knowing and not understanding.
It had not been what she said that left them mute, not the questions about how she managed to get the disc. It was the way she looked at them, the way she acted and spoke. That was what stayed with them even has her heels had disappeared out.