No prompt used.
Shade stared at the words in front of her. The contract was full of holes filled with clauses in small print at the edges of the paper.
For them to think that she did not notice their treachery was an insult to her intelligence. Such tricks would work on the common folk, but never Shade — or any other assassin worth their pay.
They would pay for their insults, Shade decided and crumbled the paper. It was time to get rid of some now frightened liabilities.
Liabilities who knew who she was could not be allowed to stay alive.