Said Mr. O'Conner turned to look up the moment the man had been showed to his office. He watched the conversation between the two and he turned his attention back to the papers of Skye, which he was currently skimming. "Please sit down," he told him in his usual voice, stoic but velvet-like and definitely charming in its own ways, "Skye Doner. Did I pronounce that right?"

Shutting the folder, the male set it down on the table and leaned back in his seat. He crossed his leg over the other and waited for him to get settled before he started. "This job requires you to step down on your pride and use your charm, body and looks to your full advantage." The male clasped his fingers together as he continued to look at him straight in the eye. "Reach the quota and you won't have debts piling up on your shoulders. Go over your quota, what you earn is yours. There is also one catch to this job."

Jun-Lee stopped dramatically as he gave him a stern look that told him he was serious. "You are not to tell anyone about your job or show yourself to the world except only for certain occasions you ask. I've got connections and I will know your every move, Mr. Doner. If a word of this ever gets out, I'm afraid certain consequences have to be pushed through." There was pity in his voice. It wasn't hard to tell that he disliked having to kill anyone that isn't his enemy.

The last employee had been killed since after he'd resigned, he'd told his friends about his job. As dirty as that was, he also had to kill those friends of his to end the rumors or word from spreading around and of course, he had to pay the government and the police to be quiet about it. He'd rather not have anything about his underground businesses that had been running for a decade now be known to the media or the society itself. The same went with the rich. Unless, of course, those whom they'd tell was a probable stakeholder or player to add to their income, he'd let that slide.