The clanking of glass was what woke me up from my slumber. Someone was tampering with my workspace. With a racing heart, I jumped out of bed and ran into my office to see the one and only, Sevika. The terrifyingly strong woman with a mechanical arm. I chuckled at the fact I was her same height, and in my shoes, I reached a good 188 centimeters!
But her going through my research is unacceptable! Grabbing her real shoulder tightly, I sighed. "What are you doing?" I spat at her, hair messy and eyes droopy.
Seeing her turn to face me, she looked down at me with a straight face. "Nothing, just checking your stuff. You got a pack of cigarettes?" She asked me, nudging her head to the top corner of my shelves. As much as I disliked her, she loved testing out my new blends, and I needed a test subject so it was a win-win. With a groan, I leaned back my head. "Ugh, fine." I started, climbing atop my rolling chair and looking for Sevika's favorite cigarettes. "I know you're here for more than a good smoke. You hardly come barging into my room like this. What's the occasion?" I asked while pawing through the random packs that I didn't sell on the market. I heard Sevika take a seat on my couch before humming. "Today's Progress Day." She started as I found her cigarettes. "Silco ordered us to lead smuggling. The little brat will be there too, just to protect the cargo." She continued as I threw her the pack. The older woman caught it with ease, which I still find amusing. "Thanks. Anyway, you will be with me on deck. Got that, Y/n?" She asked me calmly.
Adjusting my shorts, I nodded while fixing myself in my mirror. "Yeah, I did. Do I need to bring anything?" I asked her while patting powder onto my face. Topside, I haven't been there in a while. I wonder if I had stayed, would I become the new leader of my mother's company? Would I be an enforcer? I thought while closing the capsule of the pressed powder. I started smelling the smell of smoke as I looked through my closet. "Keep a weapon on hand. We don't know what will happen." She said before blowing out a puff of smoke.
Looking at my bedside table, I saw my trusted gun made by Jinx. I walked to open my bedroom window as I adjusted the white, turtleneck shirt onto my bust. After that, I fluffed the poofy chiffon sleeves that ended above my elbow. It's hard to believe that I'm an adult now. It feels like yesterday I first met Silco. He was so strict with me... I used to make his cigarettes full time, and oh, it was so boring. Well, I've stopped that job now, I'm just a cigarette seller now. I earn a great deal, but my clients can be... touchy. Grabbing my everyday skirt, I slid off my shorts before putting them on. "How well do you think this will go? One to ten, Sevika?" I asked her while checking myself in the mirror again. The long, dark, high-waisted skirt made me feel more mature and high-class. After all, I am considered Silco's eldest daughter. My shirt balanced my narrow shoulders, and my large hat matched the color of my skirt. It complimented my hair perfectly, and the fancy ornaments stuck on fit so well! In addition, my heels matched the color of my hat, making me just as tall as Sevika.
She chuckled while tapping her foot on the floor. "What do you think?" She asked back. I hummed with glee as I opened my jewelry box. "To be honest," I started while buckling the white pearls around my neck. "I expect it to go perfectly fine. No mishaps, no issues. Smuggling is easy-peasy." I said with confidence, looking at myself in the vanity mirror. Leaving my hair down, I snatched my fingerless gloves from the edge of the bed and slipped them on, and I was ready. Seeing Sevika eye my outfit with displeasure, she rolled her eyes. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?" She asked with the intent to insult me. I smirked at her attempt and shook my head. "You look just as stupid as me with that stupid arm of yours. Doesn't fit your vibe, like, not at all." I responded while snatching my lipstick from Sevika's hand and swiping it over my lips. Watching her stand, I followed her, but not before running back to grab my gun and a weapon that I've rebuilt fifteen times in the past five to seven years.
The original weapon was stained with the fingerprints of a certain pink-haired girl. Sometimes I wonder where she is now. She could be dead for all I know, just like the rest of them. Perhaps she's with the Firelights. I wish I didn't miss her sometimes. It's an inconvenience to my life.
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