Her Point Of View:
I rolled out of bed and got ready for the day after my shower. I applied little make up after brushing my teeth and applying deodorant then slipped on my skinny jeans and white t-shirt with my white heels.
I loved my job. It consisted of killing people, yes, but I didn't have to deal with the fall out of it because I was never caught. Fuck, no one knew what I looked like. I was the Reaper. I've collected more souls in 6 years than any war on the planet. I was only 16 when I started my empire built on souls and skeletons but even now I get cases that would amaze any man and woman on the planet and shake them to their core.
I put my hair into a bun on my head before heading over to my office. I was a multi million dollar woman who had legitimate business to backup my illegitimate way to make it. I sold cocaine and was good at it. I owned 64 different hotels across the planet and was known for this making me millions a year but I had even more undocumented money making ways.
In those hotels I had things called red rooms. Red rooms are for those who seek my killing needs and I had white rooms which are those there for pick ups of coke. Red rooms were in offices I had complete control of, these were on one floor and one floor alone. White rooms were dispersed through the hotel which I had minimal control over so my clients had privacy. I had the product hidden in the compartment behind the TV which would move aside when they pushed a certain code onto the remote.
They paid me 10 million monthly and would pick up once. The room was never rented out to anybody else unless they call and request otherwise. That room can be used to stash just about everything and my only rule is you must bring an empty luggage and stay one night so it doesn't get suspicious. Our maid staff sanitizes everything in our special solution to erase finger marks and stuff like that. Our clients pick up once a month on different dates, never the same or it would get suspicious with the cops or once every two months in double shipments. I never had to meet face to face with them or they would doubt me since I was a woman which is never good for anyone. I was powerful. Extremely powerful.
"Good Morning Jan." I smiled to my assistant as I walked in. "Good Morning Ms. Ibarra. We have fifteen files on your desk. One of them is really going to surprise you." She said surprised herself as I signed into my log.
"What? Who is it?" I was confused myself as I stood there. "Harry Styles." She said and I looked at her through wide eyes. "Harry Styles?" "Harry Styles." "Well, that's completely different. Did he call in reservation?" "Actually his right hand Liam Payne is on line 3 if you want to take it." She bit her lip and I nodded.
"Thank you, do you mind pushing my meetings back today?" "Of course not." She said and I nodded walking down to my office and greeted my workers. They were in charge of my business business. They sorted through my files for the hotels and of course my incoming clients for white rooms.
I walked into my office and shut the door, taking line 3.
"Hello, Black and white hotel this is Leslie. How may I help you?" I answered using my real name but was not even near my hotel but I had to secure the line first. "Hi, can I rent a red room for a name under Styles?" "Red room? Styles? Sure, are you familiar with what we need you to bring?" I put the phone on my shoulder and pressed it to my ear, using my hands to log into my computer to track where the call was coming to.
"No, I'm new." "You need all the information on the client you are wishing to rid of. Photos, current locations and of course Mr. Styles himself." "We will be there with all that." "We? Darling no, the reaper only allows the person who is putting the contract out in the room. You guys can wait in the lobby. No source of communication in the room besides a cell phone. Jeopardize everything by bringing something else but I can personally assure you if he follows these rules he will be completely safe. Now, if you are still interested there is a meeting that can occur that is at 8 in our hotel. The address is 5236 Main Street." "That's like 4 hours from where we are. Is there a way one person can go with Harry?" Liam tried to beg but I was interested in how bad Harry wanted my help.
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