"And you're going to have a partner on this one. We know how reckless you can be when you do solo missions, it's for the best miss." her boss spoke, his voice stern and collected. She sighed and looked down at the ground, "and who is this "partner" of mine?" she asked raising a brow. He chuckled and crossed his arms. "I figured since you tend to your own mindset, that I'd give you one of our more *ahem* collected co-workers." His name is Vincent Michele, I'm sure you're familiar with his works."
Her eyes widened in shock and annoyance "That hard ass?!" she complained, crossing her arms. Her boss glared at her, an indirect way of telling you to shut up. "I've made my mind up, I'll send you the details once you're at the hotel in Miami, where you'll see Vincent. You better get going. I need this mission to run as smoothly as humanly possible." he stated through dead eyes. Maddison looked at him perplexed then sighed; "yes sir." she rolled her eyes before walking out of his room, to her next destination, Miami Florida.
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Maddison walk into the hotel to get her room key that was already booked in Vincent's name, she scoffed "Son of a bitch" Maddison whispered under her breath before walking into the room. She walked into a two-bedroom hotel, "thank the heavens" Maddison thought to herself. She put her luggage down and looked at the place, confused to where her "partner" was. That's when a tall-statured man walked out of the bathroom, dark green eyes and dark hair. "...Maddison." he nodded at her, his stature and gaze were severely intimidating. "Vincent." you greeted him the very same. The air around the two of you, awkward...
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