She rolled her eyes and picked up the hairspray can, twisting the lid a quarter turn to the left and the soft hiss of gas escaping was almost impossible to hear over the egos of the men in the room. Alessandro looked sick but set his empty can down and his eyes locked on the can.

She set the can down at the table and sat back, crossing her legs and watching them men yell like it was a very interesting television show. Slowly the men nearest to them began to splutter as their throats began to close. Within moments the yelling and indignation quieted and choked noises were beginning while men grabbed at their necks. Those farthest from the can stood up in surprise, their chairs falling back or over as they gave horrified shouts of dismay and outrage at what was happening to their colleagues.

"Perhaps they should have had a drink." Bianchi murmured in amusement. "Clever boys." The first man to dart for the door yanked at it and started screaming. She sighed and watched him with annoyance. The key still safely tucked away. "Well you still have most of their undivided attention for the next..." she looked at her watch, "Minute and a half?"