Unintelligent Camilla
Camilla grabbed Marcus more as he was trying to move her away from him. He felt a bit awkward, that the woman he was interviewing stares at him with judgement in her eyes.
"Camilla, you are drunk. And what do you want from me?"
Marcus was straightforward with her. She tugged his clothes and like a child having tantrums.
"I just want your number, my boss wants me to kill your wife, but that is just too damn hard. Now I will stick to the second plan; the plan to steal you away from your wife. And how will I do that if I can't even talk to you? Good thing I went here to drink and, like an answered prayer; I saw you here."
Marcus was in awe just how easily this information slipped out from her mouth. He agreed and played along. Her slurred speech did not really affect her confession, it just made it more authentic.
"Okay, then I will give you my number. I want to know more about your boss."