chapter 6

She knew nothing.......she was stuck.

All she had to navigate this was some pictures and a diary. She curled her fist. Being ignorant was dangerous.

people died because they underestimated what they didn't know.

Her mind drifted back to Avery. A smart girl, 24 year old college graduate. No family, no friends, no one to call for help......she was all alone, so alone that if these guys dragged her off in broad day light, no one would notice.

Avery looked down at her hands, small, weak and soft. The hands of someone who had never held a weapon. she couldn't even throw a proper punch so there was no sef defence for her. If there was one thing she despised it was being weak, nothing ever ended well with weakness.

But now she couldn't waste her time sulking about it, she had this body now. She would have to adapt for now.

After everything was over she would train this body because she could never survive like this.

Her mind drifted back to everything that just happened. Five million dollars in thirty days. This was impossible for Avery but very possible for Dalia. If she could regain access to her old world as CARMA then she would have a greater chance at success.

She would have to get back her contacts and clients, a few kills could get her out of this. No one knew CARMA personally , no one has ever seen her face. So even if she wanted to come back no one would know who she was. She doubted that even the people who may have killed her knew she was CARMA because she put so much into keeping her identity a secret.

But she was not the same as before. this wasn't CARMA's body either, so even if she wanted to work as CARMA, she was still weak physically.

Her old accounts had so much money that she could rebuild but to get even that would require the best equipment which also required money.

Her gaze swept across the cramped apartment. This was all Avery had, she had nothing else. So money was already her biggest problem. She sighed. It had never been a problem to Dalia.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. Think, she had to have something in her memories that could help her now. Code names, passwords , none of the things she remembered could help her right now.

she layed down on the sofa with her eyes closed but still nothing came. She scanned through years of memory but still nothing. she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while.She was about to give up. Until

A name popped up....

Cathryn

Then the memory came back all at once.

Cathryn Lauren

One of her last few clients who had contacted her just before her memories went black.

She remembered she had been very curious about her because unlike her other clients, Cathryn didn't hid behind a hidden name. She introduced herself, with so much confidence the Dalia could have misstook it as arrogance.

Cathryn Lauren, she is the sole hairess of Lauren group, one of the the wealthiest families in the continent. They were the giants of the business world. They were so influential that may questioned if they dabbled a big into the underworld. Dalia knew they did but it wasn't their main source of income.

And Cathryn was the sole heiress to all of this. She appeared in magazines and business headlines at barely 30 years old and could basically be called a celebrity at this point.

Publicly, she was the most accomplished business woman in the country but privately rumors went around that she dealt with business outside of the board room.

Nothing was proven but there was always little truths in rumors.

Their exchange played in her mind

"I wish to speak to you, my name is Cathryn Lauren and I don't want you to kill anyone, but I have something else I need from you"

"I would like to speak to you personally if you have time"

Dalia remembered frowning that that message.

No smart client ever asked for that. Shortly after that her final message arrived

Dalia had scoffed at that. Trust was the last thing anyone could expect in this line of work.

She ignored the messages and carried on with her life.

A week later the final message came before it stopped completely.

" If you ever change your mind, come to my office and say you want to disconnect 'The unfinished Symphony ' "

At that time she had assumed that Cathryn had found another assassin. Because if she needed an alli, there were many names to choose from yet she insisted on meeting her. Personally

She didn't have time to investigate this before she died.

died.....

She had gotten way to used to this for her liking.

How naturally she said it, it unsettled her.

she had died

She pushed those thoughts out of her head. it could wait. For now she had to find a way to reach Cathryn. She was different from her other clients. Cathryn wasn't just wealthy, she was obscenely wealthy with generations of wealth on her shoulders. old money, investment money, investment, millions and millions, maybe even billions resting in her hands.

if she had something that only CARMA could do them payment wouldn't be an issue. Now she just needed to get in contact with her.

She just couldn't walts into her office claiming she was the legendary assassin who had died and got reincarnated into another body, that would make them put her in an asylum.

Her mind drifted back in to Cathryn's last message.

'The unfinished symphony '

She had dismissed it as some melodramatic bullshit but now that could be the only way she could see and speak to her.

Since Cathryn didn't know who she was but she knew the code, she could still meet her. Then sh

e would just act as CARMA but then again she couldn't trust this lady. she just has no choice, it was either she took this chance or remain stranded.

Finally there was hope for her. If she got to meet Cathryn then maybe everything would be solved.

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