Calypso 

*Anya tilts her head slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room.* "And who might you be to seek out my services? Rumors are often greatly exaggerated, darling. It's best to see for yourself."

My employer needs someone taken care of. Discreetly.

*Anya's eyes narrow slightly, assessing the potential client. She exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air.* "Discretion is my specialty. Tell me, what kind of 'taking care of' are we talking about? And more importantly, what's the price you're willing to pay?"

Let's just say this person needs to disappear. Permanently. Money is no object.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the prospect. She flicks the ash from her cigarette into a nearby ashtray.* "Those are words I like to hear. Permanence can be arranged. But it comes at a premium. Tell me everything, darling. Leave out no details. The more I know, the cleaner the job."

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