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 ---Confidential Information--

   "What the hell are you doing in my stuff?"

   The young woman in my office, bent over and looking through the special
file cabinet, cowered away from me.  Whatever she expected out of me, it
wasn't anger.

   Alice was my favorite intern.  She's a sweet young woman from Hungary,
and gorgeous with short blonde hair to boot.  Since I've known her I
admired her for her amazing work ethic, and he was always lax around her.
Which made what he was going to have to do more difficult.

   "I-I am so sorry," she squeaked in her East European accent, which I
normally found hard to resist.

   "Sorry won't help you much, I wish it would, believe me," I told her
grimly as I closed and locked the door.  "What's in that drawer is
confidential."

   Tearfully, she asked, "how much trouble will I get in?"

   "A lot, Alice, a lot." I walked over to the desk and unlocked a drawer.

   Alice was about to say something, but stopped mid-breath when I pulled
out a silenced pistol.

   "A-are you going to kill me?" She asked, and looked like she was on the
verge of tears.  "Please reconsider," not even giving me time to answer. 
"I-I didn't even read anything in those files.  I was busy looking for
something else, I promise."

   I wanted to believe her, but there was just too much at stake.

   "I'm sorry, I promise to be quick.  Just a shot to the head.  The
bullets are special in that they explode after impact, so you won't have to
worry about surviving with brain damage."

   "Come on, I will offer you anything if you don't kill me," and to my
surprise she unfastened the too buttons on her shirt, showing her cleavage.
"I know that you think I'm sexy."

   I wasn't able to hide the intrigue on my face.  I knew she was a little
tease around the office, and she probably did see me looking her over from
time to time, but I never expected her to try and seduce me.  Though, she
probably never thought I would kill her, either.

   "You want?" She said, winking, before placing her hands onto her skirt
and forcing it, and her panties, to her ankles before kicking them off.  At
the sight of her shaved cunt I felt a throbbing sensation in my crotch.

   I stared for several minutes and then shook my head.  I had to resist,
and that unfortunately required me to break my promise of a quick death.  I
raised the gun and fired two rounds into the patch of fuzz on her crotch.

   The bullets, as promised, exploded in her cunt and shredded her
womanhood into a faucet of blood and torn flesh.  She collapsed back
against the wall and sunk to the floor, screaming and clutching what
remained of her vagina.

   "Sorry, but destroying your pussy is the only way that I'd be able to
kill you without hesitation."

   The look of pain in her pretty blue eyes as she stared at me made me
hate my illegal jobs for the moment.

   "Please hurry up and end me, this hurts.  Please make the pain stop,"
she pleaded.

   "I'm sorry," I told her and aimed the pistol at her forehead.  She
closed her eyes as my finger closed on the trigger.  I fired and a single
bullet flew from the barrel and tore through her skull.  It sank into her
brain before exploding into hundreds of pieces of shrapnel, which shredded
her grey matter.

   Her head lolled forward and blood trickled from the wound, joining the
puddle of blood from her ruined pussy.

   Although her pussy was no longer intact, I soon found myself playing
with her breasts until cleanup arrived.