Writer's Block

"Now, are you sure you know what you’re doing?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Yes! We’ve been through this a dozen times already!"

There was no doubt about it, she was getting exasperated. Fortunately he couldn't see the way she kept clenching the handle of the knife every time he opened his mouth. He'd better leave soon, though.

"This is an important occasion, and you've been given an important job. I have to be certain that everything is going to go right."
"I am here to make sandwiches. Extremely expensive ones, but still just sandwiches."
"I'm just a little concerned that there's too much work for one person."
"It's only fifty people. Unless I'm supposed to hover near all of them picking up crumbs, one is enough."
"Well, if you're sure..."
"I've done this before, with many more people too."
"These are important people, Sophie, not your usual riffraff. If it wasn't for the accident with the normal caterers, you wouldn't be here."

She fought successfully to suppress a grin. Yes...an 'accident'. Just like the other 'accidents' that had befallen the other caterers. She could still taste the fat little pastry chef.
Wait...was he still talking?

"...and finally, no less than five foreign diplomats. So don't mess up!"
"Are you done?"
"Er...yes."
"Can I get back to the sandwiches now? You've got your own job to do."
"Hmmmph."

He picked up the first tray of Ferrero Rocher, turned on his heel, and walked out. She was alone at last.

Well, sort of - there was still the security camera. But what could be more innocuous than making a sandwich? She got to work.

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Sophie stood at the entrance to the ballroom and smiled. These were the last of them – all the others, the security guards, the butler and the other staff were already dead or tied up. But in here everyone was already unconscious, stunned by the slow-acting drug she'd added to every single bit of food. A whole room full of powerless people, all shapes, sizes and races. Now, what to try first? Perhaps a Chinese, maybe an Indian? Or something English, raised on only the finest foods? She only had four hours until the drug started wearing off, but that should be plenty.

This was going to be good.