Death walked this way

Death took the form of a woman today. She stepped off the subway at Wall Street and Williams, dressed as a common street walker, no as a business executive. She wore a smart looking skirt suit that would get everyone looking in her direction. She would meet her numbers today, just as she did every other day. She had her list for today, just over a thousand for herself, more then fifty thousand for her disciples. Good thing death was a healthy business. She had so many applicants to work with her; she could easily keep up with the requests, both from above and below. Death had set the contracts back when everything was just beginning, above tried to keep exclusive rights, but death had worded it correctly in the contract. Death was death and no one owned it. Death subcontracted the work accordingly to disciples from above for those headed there and disciples from below for the ones who just didn’t cut it.
Death decided, she would poison the fruit in the market place, she was guaranteed two hundred and fifty from that move alone. She decided on flu like symptoms for the cause. Worked like a charm in Asia. Death had a few that needed immediate attention; these she processed like a machine. Mr. Jeffrey Jones, CEO of World Bank. He was only 47. Heart attack, she thought as she touched him. Mr. Sylvanus Fp`ukk, Directory of the NYSE internal auditing team, he was 62. Cancer, as she blew a kiss his way. Mrs. Shelly Tonkins and Mr. Jack McGauglin, she was 26 and he was 42. Aids for both, that would get those two, their spouses, the mail boy in her office and his brother and wife. Nice one, she thought as she brushed between them. This was going to be a very productive day…