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name: 15.
    I look over at the clock and see it’s late. Its 1am in the morning and I have an interview in 5 hours. So I have another shower to wash away everything that has happened since I put a bullet through Roman Murphy’s head and I will my body to relax. Once the shower is over, I dry my hair and get into my pyjamas. I head to bed and check on my Glocks in the bed side table. They are loaded and ready to go. I’ll never be caught again the way I was 13 years ago, the night my Dad was killed. Sleep takes me fast tonight. I dream of a beautiful man, with dark short hair, deep blue eyes, perfect lips and a hard taunt body.
    Beep.
    Beep.
    Beep.
    I hit the alarm and turn it off. Its 4.00am. I need to get up and get ready for my ‘job interview’. But instead I lay in bed and my mind is taken over by thoughts of Ben Pearson. My stomach starts to tighten, my pussy is getting wet and my heart is palpitating. I look over at the clock and it says 4.20am. SHIT!!! Already I’ve lost 20 minutes. I leap out of bed and start getting ready, I need to stop thinking about Ben Pearson.
    I make my way down to the garage and take the Toyota this time. I really don’t want to draw attention to myself on the way to a job interview.
    I arrive at Firestone Building and make my way up to level 10. I’m here at 5.05am. Gives me time to set up traps, recordings and check the building. I’ve only just finished the traps when the door opens at 5.45am. There is nothing on this floor except two couches facing one another. I have my Glocks on me in my holsters under my jacket. However when I arrive at job interviews they are usually taken from me and given to my ‘employer’ until we establish the money details and then I am given the information I require for my next target. I am sitting on the couch staring at the door. In walks a man flagged by 2 on either side of him. The 2 on either side look like body guards. They are both carrying semi-automatic Sigs and look menacing. I suppose if I didn’t know any better I may be scared by them, but I know that within seconds I can have a bullet in each one of their heads. And they wouldn’t even stand a chance.
    Usually there are no pleasantries exchanged at ‘job interviews’. It’s a simple exchange. Money then the target information, interview over.
    The man came in and sat down opposite me. The two try hard body guards stand behind him at the couch, looking me straight in the eye. One guard leans over to the other and makes a remark. Undoubtedly about me, because I hear the word ‘woman’. The other guard snickers. When will these boys learn? And with that my Glock is in my hand and that guard is down. One bullet is all it took. By the time the second has reacted I have one of my Glocks pointed to him and the other Glock pointed to my potential ‘employer’. I’m still sitting down. Guard number 2, now promoted to guard number 1 has his semi-automatic pointed to me. ‘Employer’ raises his hand halting any action guard 1 wants to take.
    “Now now now,” I say, “I took him out easily. If you think you can let off one round before I put a fucking bullet through your fucking head then please I encourage you to have a go” I’m daring him to defy me.
    “I apologise for the disrespect you have been shown here today Miss???” says the man sitting on the couch. He is wearing a suit. It’s fitted to his body. He’s not bad looking. Early 50’s. Slightly greying hair on the sides. Short neat hair style. He turns slightly to guard 1 and says “It’s fine here. Put it away” and turns back to me. No one tells me what I do so both my Glocks are still pointed at these two. Guard 1 holsters his weapon. Good decision, obviously he doesn’t want to die today.
    “15. There are no names exchanged, Just information.” I’m cold and emotionless. I put my Glocks on either side of my body. I look back to guard 1 who is eyeing me with hate. “To answer your question, I am that good. You