𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 {Discontinued}

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 •2•

•The present•

Heels clicking against the Versailles parquet flooring. My curled hair flicked to my back as I walk into the grand building. I could tell I caught everyone's attention as eyes began to turn to me. One by one. I strut walk over to the receptionist as my black blazer hanged on my shoulders. I flash the guy a fierce look.

"Miss Kuznetsova." His voice shakes as he instantly looks up once he notices me. Right I forgot I'v been here before.
I give him a fake confused look.
"Excuse you? How could you misname me?" I scold him with the intention of making him feel bad. "Sorry ma'am, must've mistaken you." His voice gets lower and I smirk with pride.
"It's Anna Kournikova." I correct giving him my fake name. Yeah being an assassin means make up a million fake names. Part of never being caught and tracked back to your real identity.

The guy typed away on his computer as I start to get impatient. I tap my heels knowing I still had the attention of most people around me.

While I waited I grab my mini mirror from my purse and fix my deep red lipstick. Mwah.
The guy looks back at me while I was fixing it and stares. "Using your words is basic manners." I give him a dirty look snatching my room key-card from his hand. I walk off to the seating area which was lavishly decorated. Golden chairs.
Big golden pillars. I place myself down on one of the many seats. I grab the newspaper from the small glass table in front of me.

God newspaper's are so boring!
Sometimes I hate these type of missions.

I proceed to do what I'm best at. Pretending. I pretend that I am reading this boring piece of shit in-front of me as I had one leg over another.
Wearing a black body-con skirt making it slightly difficult for me. I fix my shirt as I had the top 3 buttons undone revealing a bit of cleavage to leave you wondering.
I fix my boobs so that they don't fall out of place.

My eyes scan the newspaper in front of me.
Someone killed their mother, sounds oddly familiar huh? I chuckle mentally trying not to chuckle physically as I had to act like a lady and think like a boss. Basically my everyday rules.

I could tell from the corner of my eyes that my victim was already drooling over me.
Just what I expected. It's sad how predictable men are. Always so easy to manipulate.
I smirk slightly. A woman dressed in a waitress like outfit walked over to me with a golden tray. What's with everything being golden here? She smiles at me but I don't.
She hands me a cup of coffee.
I inhale the scent just incase it had anything inside it. I know all the tricks in the book.
I basically created all of them.

"I drink plain coffee only." I hand her the cup of milk coffee as she looked down in embarrassment. I slam the newspaper on the glass table. "When you speak to someone, you look at them." My voice became louder as she nods slowly. I can tell the way she was fumbling under the pressure of me. I stood up with my head high and proud proceeding to walk to the elevator. I enter pressing number "17". I fix my hair quickly and get my act on.
As the elevator door began to close, it reopens and my victim walks right in my trap.

I smirk mentally eyeing him once then looking away. He kept eyeing me up and down making it to most obvious thing ever. He's in his 50's staring at a girl who is 21. Creep.
I could tell he was undressing me with his light brown eyes. His hair was a grayish colour. He was wearing a heavy silver chain which read the numbers. 5476. Hm. I'll keep that in mind.
I was taught to observe everything, never know when it could be helpful.
"Miss Kournikova, is it?" He questions and I simply nod not giving him a proper reply.
It's a way to get them to want more.
When they want more. They follow.
When they follow, you win.