𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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Missy dances around unknowingly while humming to her favorite R&B song. Her speaker was loud enough for her to hear the music through the small apartment she shared with Jefferson up to this point. When he was still with her, Jefferson always used to threaten to take her speaker and toss it out the window if she didn't turn the music volume down. That December, the girl ended up receiving headphones from Jefferson. It was his way of indirectly telling her to stop playing music out loud. Missy remembers laughing that Christmas day, but she was grateful that he gifted them to her. Besides, Missy wasn't going to be in the home recalling old memories for too long.
She was currently looking through her closet trying to find something to wear. Missy wouldn't consider herself fashionable, she just wore whatever she had in the closet. Missy loves casual and street wear, but tonight she was going to need something formal. Otherwise, she would stick out like a sore thumb showing up in what she normally wears.
According to the text messages, Sinclair wants her to find Christal, the girl in the picture he showed her yesterday. She would be lying if she said the woman was ugly, Christal was far from it. Missy had all sorts of assumptions about what she does for a living, and her being famous just made her assumption more credible. Apparently, Christal will be the center of attention, so finding her shouldn't be too hard. All Missy has to do is make sure the girl gets out and is brought back to the location Sinclair sent hours after the first text.
"Then why the hell do I have to get dressed up and take his dumbass car?" She mumbles to herself while looking at the pile of nice clothes she had placed perfectly on her bed.
Of course, it's a formal party and all, but did she really have to go inside to get her? Christal can just be escorted outside to the car and she could drive her back safely. Her thumb Instantly went up to her lips, nibbling on her nail as she thinks about what she's going to do, especially since the party starts at six. Her gut was telling her something seemed off, but since she started this assassination side hobby, Missy been increasingly paranoid about everything, but she tries not to let it get to her.
Jefferson used to say, suspension haunts the guilty mind, but Missy didn't feel guilty about killing evil people after the first couple of jobs she had done. Or maybe it's not the hits that's holding that small part of guilt in her conscience.
Missy sits on the floor at the foot of her bed, holding her head as she tries not to think about it. The sharp pain made her flinch, holding her head as the pain increased for a few moments before decreasing. A soft sigh passes her lips as the pain disappears but the lingering soft pounding remains for a few moments before she stands to her feet.
"Maybe it's a sign." She mumbles to herself before her phone starts buzzing.
Standing from the hard floor, she walks over to her vanity and grabs her phone. Missy rolls her eyes when she sees who it was, swiping the green button, she presses the speaker function and places the phone back on her vanity table so she could see what outfit she should go with.
