Death and Dating

❂ Duty Calls ❂

I step out of the fire exit, the cool night air brushing against my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

Ruffling through my purse, I find my phone and quickly dial headquarters.

"Hey, It's done. Can you wipe the security cam footage? I think a maid saw me in a rush on my way out." I spoke calmly, this isn't my first rodeo.

"They're already wiped. Please return here and file your evidence." the other line spoke.

"Sure thing," I say and hang up. I click my heels softly against the pavement as I walk over to the car they've left for me. They always drop off a car outside of a kill spot, taking an uber or taxi is too risky after a kill.

I strut over to the car, getting catcalled by a few drunk men outside of the hotel in the process. When will they learn, catcalling is so ineffective.

The car they've provided for me this time is a sweet ride, smooth leather interior and bluetooth. I turn on my music and turn the volume all the way up. I like to have a little fun after a job. Plus, headquarters is a 45 minute drive from here, so might as well make it go by quickly.

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I park the car with the others in the garage and make my way to the elevator. I feel slightly out of place walking into the building, as everyone else is in suits and I'm in a skanky cocktail dress.

My job is disguised as a company that specialises in running clubs, creating buildings, making playlists, designing the dance floors, etc. It's just a cover though, obviously.

The real name of my place of employment is Traceless, a business that specialises in employing hitmen, and taking care of those who are involved in bad scenarios and may know too much about underground plans. I don't know much about what the people do, I just get ordered to kill and carry out my job. Many of the people I have killed have stolen money from powerful people, snitched, and done very bad things. I don't mind my job, it's messy, but I'm good.

I enter the building and quickly zoom up to the third floor, that's where we report a job.

"I'm here to report the completion of order number 12578," I say to the gentleman at the front desk. He nods, gesturing me to enter the office of the woman that handles filing the jobs ahs collecting evidence.

I strut over, my heels throbbing from my uncomfortable heels.

I enter the office, which is nothing new as I've been doing this for quite some time now.

"May I have your file with all photos and documentation."

I slide a yellow folder to her. After each task, We take polaroids of our kill, along with a document we fill out before with all of the targets personal information. It's a hassle, but nothing too bad.

The lady smiles, her name is Ms. Steel, and I've always been fond of her. She's levelheaded and fair, which I respect.

"Another job well done Frankie, with this rate you may be up for a promotion soon," She grins at me.

I nod, "Thank you Ms. I appreciate it."

"You may be dismissed."

I grab my belongings and leave her office, but I'm not going home yet. I know my best friend from work is working the night shift tonight, so I'm going to go pay her a visit.

I grab my keycard and rush down to the second floor, hurrying over to the electronic department. They're in charge of wiping security cams, the phones off all targets, and other tech mumbo jumbo. I'm not in that department, so I could care less.

I shove my way into the large room, the room scattered with computers and screens. I shuffle my way over to my besties desk, grabbing her shoulders and scaring her.

"Boo!" I yell.

"HOLY- fuck you Frankie, don't be an ass." she grumbles, she's clearly exhausted, and the 3 empty cups of coffee on her desk clearly haven't helped.

"Hey Lily, how's the night shift?" I tease, slumping on her desk.

"Not too good," she says mid-yawn. "I don't know why I agreed to take Gavin's shift. Not even this coffee is helping."

Lily is 20, one of the younger employees here. She immigrated from China when she was younger, and has always been super outgoing. She's so stunning too, and I found myself being drawn to her vibrant personality and gorgeous smile.

Lily was the first person I met when I was first recruited here at 16. Everyone was cautious around me because of my young age, but Lily only being 19 immediately rejoiced because of another teenager at her workplace. We've been best friends ever since.

Lily unwraps a lolly pop  and shoves it in her mouth, "How'd your job go, that dress is awfully tiny. Another man whore?"

I chuckle, "That's what I'm always assigned, what's new. The big bosses love to put me with the dudes who practically undress me with their eyes. He was an easy kill though," I shrug.

"Lucky you, It took me 40 minutes to hack into their servers and wipe the security cams. I need more coffee," she groaned.

"Hey, tomorrow is Saturday, wanna come over and have a movie marathon?" I suggest. Lily and I are huge horror movie fans, which is fitting for our careers I guess.

"Ugh I wish I could, but I'm working overtime. I'm gonna cry," she sulked.

"Awe, it's ok. I'll stop by and bring you some cupcakes tomorrow." I smile.

"This is why you're my favorite Frankie," she beams, still looking tired as ever.

I start to stand up, "I should probably head, It's been a while since I fed KitKat, and I'm hungry as fuck."

Lily sighs, but understands. "Have fun sleeping, I'll just be here slaving away over my job."

I laugh again, she's so grumpy when she doesn't get enough sleep.

"Later Lily! I'll text you when I stop by tomorrow with the goodies." I say walking away.

I leave the building swiftly, KitKat is my cat and I've been gone for a bit. I also know I desperately need sleep. I go to the employee garage and jump into my car, a newer model I was provided a few months ago. My job has some sweet perks.