Gifted
He spared me a glance before hanging up the call and focusing on me.
“I have your first solo job. Are you ready?” He watched me carefully, as if to gauge any second thoughts. I had none.
“What’s the job?” I asked instead. He smirked, satisfied with my confidence.
He pulled out a package from his desk drawer and slid it towards me. I picked it up.
“Everything you need is in here,” he informed me.
I looked down at the brown package in my hands.
Opening it, I found a gun and several photographs of a man. There was also a document with his name, occupation, and address: Dhyanesh Singh, owner of a record company.
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