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Chapter 5: Come Over

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Assassination

Death

SCENES: Descriptive

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Tiara McKenzie's Point Of View

I jolted when the sky suddenly roared. My glance shifted on the other side of the window where every drops of rain falls as free as they should be.

I groaned and then rolled my eyes while I was putting my materials and my finished portfolio in my tote bag. Why does it have to rain this hard today?

I wonder how far my feet would take me before I stumble down the stairs carrying my things along with this a million bucks worth of money canvas.

"Such a huge mansion and not even a single person present at the moment except for me. What a g... damn it! Is this a joke?" I mumbled as I struggle moving.

Just as I was almost done settling everything on the backseat of my car, my phone buzzed twice for a second and thrice after a two.

Really? Now?

I gently shut the door after climbing onto the driver's seat.

The text messages from an unknown number was filled with a series of numbers and a few letters I couldn't have guessed correctly if I am not involved with uhm...

We can't call this an underground duty since it is not illegal? I mean killing sure is illegal but if it's under the supervision of someone from the government makes my sideline work exempted from the rules, right? Or not? Whatever.

I heaved a deep breath and immediately sent a message to Eli saying the delivery of the painting might be over the time we talked about.

I ran back into my room for a change of outfit. I won't be seen wearing basic clothes while performing an elegant assassination. If I ever get caught, at least I'd be pretty enough or look classy enough when they walk me to the police station... which is quite impossible to happen since I am pretty confident I'm doing my work as clean as possible.

But, Eli caught me so... well, he's just sneaky enough. That's why. Yeah, that's why.

I also brought two sets of change of clothes just in case I have to set this one on fire or if I have to bury it somewhere no one would ever dare to dig.

I checked the time before stepping on to the engine and drove as fast as the law allows.

I have two targets for today and thank goodness I have their schedules which definitely made this job a tad easier. And I still have an hour before class. I'll finish this in less than an hour in order to have quite some time to fabricate a believable story.

As I was driving, I called Megan, an aquintance, to reserve one of her stores as I told her I wanted a peaceful shopping spree.

I immediately sprinted in and grabbed whatever my hands lands on as while I was doing the honor of talking to the staffs as if my mind isn't loaded with tons of things to think off.

I laughed and giggled while I was trying some pieces in front of them.

10 minutes. Ten minutes and a former senate member will arrive at a hotel nearby.

"Gosh, these dresses are so pretty!" I giggled. "Though, it's quite tiring to keep on trying one on and asking you guys if it looks perfect on me," I pouted. "Can I have one, whole fitting room? I mean, you don't have to assist me any longer since I am quite shy and tired on walking around."

"Are you sure, Miss McKenzie? It is fine with us but Miss Me-"

"Don't worry, girl. I got your back. And even if she does lash out, just tell her I wished no assistance from you and she'll shut up to confirm it," I smiled. "Besides, won't you guys get tired watching me try on these-" I pointed at the mountain on clothes hanging at the corner. "-Dresses?"

Thank goodness I didn't have to lash out on them. 5 more minutes.

I slipped into my clothes, that other set I brought with me, and then skillfully opened the vent. Gosh! It's so dirty in here!

I crawled my way out of the store and blended with the ocean of people rushing to their destinations as the rain has not stopped yet.

"Excuse me, excuse me. Please, let me through, I'm going to be late," I kept on mumbling that phrase as I act as if was in panic.

I was laughing. Laughing at the back of my mind when I arrived at the spot where I can snipe his head off without anyone noticing.

3... 2... 1.

His fucking Lamborghini rolled over just in time. His car is probably bulletproof so it would just be a waste of time to snipe his head off while he's in the car for an elegant surprise for his bodyguards.

I blended into the shadows and the moment my target stepped out of the car, he was stunned for a moment as blood gushed out off the back of his head like a broken barrel filed with tasty wine.

For the second time today, I blended with the crowd as if I was rushing to arrive on time.

From a short distance, I could hear the screams and commotion in front the hotel the senate was supposed to sleep in.

I gotta thank Hephaestus with this umbrella-like sniper. I love it a lot.

It took me another ten minutes to get back into Megan's place.

I wore one of their pieces, the most comfortable one, after making everthing a tad messier.

"Kim!" I called one of the staff.

She smiled when she went in. "Are you done, Miss McKenzie?"

"Oh yes, Babe. I'm taking them all."

"Lovely. I'm sure they'll look goof on you in every way."

"I know, right?" I giggled. I undressed in front of her, leaving me with just my undies before putting back the clothes I was wearing when I got here. "Please, do me a favor. I'm quite in a hurry. Deliver these dresses to my condo. Here's the check. Please, notify me if that is not enough for all of this. I'm off!"

Gosh! All I have now is 20 minutes. I wonder if I can do this on time.

"Iris! Oh gosh! It's been quite a while!" I greeted a friend with a kiss. "I'm so sorry for a short notice reservation. I have a lot ob my plate lately and I don't have enough time to cook something to eat."

She chuckled. "That's fine, baby girl. I had your favorite spot reserved as well as your favorite dish almost ready."

"Gee! Thanks a lot! So, how's life going?"

"Tough, really tough. I wish I hadn't grown."

"That's pretty normal, I guess."

"Yeah, but falling in love this hard? No, darling. It's not." She laughed.

"Ohhh! Sounds so much of a hassle. I swear I won't even want to be in love," I uttered and then rolled my eyes. "Quite cringey."

"Hey! Watch out, Tia. I swear you're going to eat your own words sooner or later and I'll definitely cackle like a witch when that happens."

I followed my target's movement from my peripherals. I'm so sorry, if I'm going to make a crime scene in your place, Iris.

"Whatever you say."

I excused myself to go the washroom. The target's table was in a way so it's quite easier to put poison in his coffee especially that he's not paying any attention. And I could easily pass the blame to the one sitting across him. And of course, this area is one of the blind spots of this resto's CCTV cameras.

I acted as if I was searching my bag for a sanitizer as if I did not just sprinkled poison on his coffee.

When I went out of the washroom, police are already on the scene with a dead body lying on the ground and the main suspect being pinned against the wall.

I expressed my horror by faking my trembling hands. "What's happening?" I asked Iris in a trembling voice.

"I'm so sorry for this, Tia."

I heaved a deep breath and shook my head. "Maybe... maybe I'll eat here next time, Iris. I'm so sorry," I mumbled and then sprinted out of that place.

Geez! I think I can earn money using my acting skills. I think I should sign up for drama class.

Just when I was about to drive to school, I recieved a text from Eli.

Come over, Tia. Skip your classes.

08:56 AM

elven_priestess

Why do you think Eli asked Tia to come over?

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