"It's on the chair," the man choked out. Amelia rammed her heel deeper into his back and leaned forward until her mouth was right next to his ear.
"Thank you."
She stood up straight, leaving the man grabbing his arm in pain. She could see her phone lying on the small table right outside the door. There was a gun next to it. She walked out, her heels clicking on the concrete floor her face was pressed to just minutes earlier.
Amelia grabbed her phone and shoved the chair under the door's handle to trap the man inside. She thought for a moment, then put the gun into the waistband of her skirt. It wouldn't hurt to have another one in her arsenal. She walked up the stairs leading out to the street, all the while dailing a number on her phone.
When she emerged into the daylight, a man picked up.
"The mission is complete." She paused for a moment while the man on the other end answered.
"Yes, he's still alive," she said, rolling her eyes. "You can find him at 24 Long street. Poor guy didn't know what hit him."
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Hostage
AzioneAmelia Harris comes from a wealthy family. She knows her way around all 234 shades of MAC lipsticks and can run a marathon in heels. She goes to Ridgemond High, an elite public school south of London. She has an array of boys falling at her perfectl...
