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legs spread across the floor.  
    Down the length of the room hang sheer fabrics in jewel tones, barely obscuring the stage at the far end. The stage stands about three feet high, draped in thick rugs. On the stage rests a throne of hammered silver. Intricate designs wrap across the legs and base, up the high back, and down the arms. The cushion is red and gold.
    I have been in this room more times than I can count. I'm sure the room has been here for a hundred years, even if the mansion has not, and the decor must be ten times as old. The air smells deep and musky with the scent of argan oil.
    “Dimitri.”
    I settle my gaze on the man sitting on the throne. He is tall and wiry, with fair skin, hooked nose, and thin hair. He seems pleased with himself. Then again, he has no reason not to be.
    His name is Karl Walker, and I have known him my whole life.
    “There's a new wish,” he says. 
    He nods, and a man standing at his side, but barely noticeable, steps forward and offers me a manila envelope. The man wears a dark blue and tan uniform, one of the six men who make up Karl's actual personal armed security.
    I take the envelope, because in minutes I won't have a choice anyway. I want to ask why he needs me again so soon after the last orders, but I know my place; I keep my mouth shut.
    “I request you hunt down that man and kill him,” he says
    I close my eyes. At least it's not another kidnapping. 
    “Dimitri?”
    I hesitate, then I force my eyes open. The smirk on his face never fails to make my heart drop into my stomach. To make me think that for one day, just one time, I would love to be able to tell him no. To deny his request.
    But I can't.
    “Seek and kill that man, Dimitri.” Karl smiles, because his next words guarantee he will get his request. “This . . . I . . . wish.”
    A dull hum fills my head. It's a subtle noise, but it won't stay that way forever. The further I am from fulfilling the order—the wish—the more obtrusive the sound will become. And that's just the beginning.
    Like it or not, I have to obey his command. 
    That's right. Karl is my Aladdin and I'm the fuckin' genie. 
    There are a few caveats though:
    I don't have any magical powers.
    Wishes are unlimited.
    And Karl is an asshole.

The target's name is Phil. He lives in a big house in Scottsdale. Rich guy. Typical of Karl. I'm not entirely sure what Karl's industry is, but he is one hell of a competitor. I mean, I haven't met any other suit who has a hired-gun at his command—literally.
    I asked my father once how this came to be. He said the deal happened so long ago, no one really remembers what transpired. We've been passed down generation after generation, serving Karl's family line as they see fit.
    While I have no proof, I do have a strong suspicion this is exactly how they have all used their upper-hand. I can't imagine any other use for us. It would be a waste just to have us cooking up soufflés in the kitchen or some shit.
    My boots clunk down the stone floor of the mansion hallway. I have my head down, sorting through the papers. My intel does a good job. They have provided a picture, an address, everything except the target's baby book. Hell, I could probably get that too, if I asked.
    But I have all the information I need. The trickiest part will be getting him alone. I could try to find an in with the guy and lure him off somewhere. Click of the trigger and problem solved. Or, I could use brute force and break into his house. Unfortunately, that increases the chances of the first shot fired being at me. Not a big fan of that idea.
    See, most people won't shoot to kill. They'll take out a knee or something. Personally, I would rather die than what happens if I don't fulfill a wish. 
    Failure isn't an option. Not for as long as I'm still breathing.
    A familiar voice says my name.
    I look up from the papers in my hand and stop short.
    Silvia is standing at the hall doorway, twirling her crimped black locks and