Every time I fall apart

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The Beginning

I was 15 when it happened, when the world turned against me. I had a normal life back home, I went to school I had friends and family. My family means the world to me they always have. Well that was until I met truly the worst creature on this earth, Anthony Castillo. But that's a story for later on, because as of right now it's about me!

"If he doesn't want to pay then tell him I'm on my way"
"Yes ma'am I will do that right away"
I've been in this business for about 1 year now. And I can't deny that it has been hard because, hell being the nations best weapon manufacturer is a handful. The best way I can describe my line of work is if you are not the best then you are the worst. And I have no time for being at the bottom. The only downside to my work is that I have to meet some pretty dangerous people...not that my background can really say I'm a saint. But I have gotten into a few mixups before.

"Boss?"

"What do you need right now?"
"Sorry to bother you but Mr. Locke is here for the meeting at 12:00."

See here is the thing, Mr. Locke and many others don't really know who I am, I like to take my privacy very seriously. So because of that I only let my biggest clients come in. And well Christian Locke might be the biggest one yet. I have only met this strangely beautiful man once. And yes I did say beautiful, I mean come on this man is 6'4 with the most beautiful sandy blonde hair that sits perfectly over his face. Not too long and not too short, and don't get me started on his eyes those blue diamonds may look heavenly but could cut you deeper then the sharpest knife. Sorry I got a little carried away there.

"Yes I was expecting him but isn't he a little early? Can you tell him to wait until 12:30"

"Sorry ma'am I did but he said it is urgent, and you would like to hear what he has to say"

"Fine take him to the conference room and let him know I will be there in five" I said annoyed beyond belief.
Christian is known to not care what others think or do, he is quite callous and known as the lynx. God the first time I heard that name I had the biggest laughing fit, like who in the world calls themselves the "lynx" that man is quite the narcissist. But hell is he good for my business. He is, well his father is the head of the biggest assassination companies in America. But Christian is very dangerous, he has killed hundreds of people and has made his way onto the list of the "unknown" that being the list every assassin dreams to be on. It's a list compiled of the top 10 best, Christian being number 2. But nobody seems to know who number one is. I know this because of my time with Anthony, he always made sure I was on top of everybody except for him. I guess that's the only good thing that could have come out of that situation.

I know everything about everyone.
Or so I thought.
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I make my way into the bathroom in my office. Damn I love this bathroom, I designed it myself. It's been a guilty pleasure if mine since I was a kid, I always told myself that one day I would be an interior designer. I get a laugh out of that sometimes. But I used the most intriguing colors I could find my favorite being a perfect pink not too red and not too white just perfectly pink. I freckled the walls with splashes of the shiniest gold possible, and god was it a beautiful sight. I quickly get up to the Mirror and fix my hair into a quick messy but sexy as hell bun. I then quickly check my makeup and fix my lipstick, but find myself brushing over the scar that kisses my left cheek so subtly, yet the memory is still burned into my mind after four years. Not one day has gone by that I haven't thought of that moment, the moment I lost myself completely.