The Perks of Having a Double Life

Chapter 7

Aiden

And.... it isn't easy. But I still kinda enjoy it.

I got a message from my "boss" and I couldn't help rolling my eyes. I don't like it when people give me orders, and the only thing this dude does is tell me what I am supposed to do or say.

"I mailed you the direction of the motel where you can find all of the stuff you'll need. The receptionist already knows who you are, so don't tell her anything just show her your ID and she'll give you the key to your room.
I'll meet you at 8:30pm in the same place as always, Charles. -Stephen A."

I guessed Charles was the name he gave me for this mission, he changed my identity every time I had to go and do my job because if someone caught me they'll be looking for someone who doesn't exist. That's the thing I like about my job, I can be whoever I want to be.

I knew Blair was going to kill me, I should be helping her with our project, but my job is calling me so I have to get going.

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I got to the hotel and when the receptionist saw me she immediately stood up and gave me a key.
She didn't say a word or look me on the eye. I guess she was scared or something.

When I entered my room the first thing I saw was a big bag.
When I opened it I saw my clothes, the mask I had to use, contact lenses, a wig, shoes and clothes. As soon as I opened it I started taking the stuff out and began changing into my new character, Charles.

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"Sit and don't say a word" was the first thing Stephen told me when I got to our usual spot.
"Okay... this is probably the most important meeting you'll ever do.
You have to execute the president of Bekistan. This dude has been threatening us for the past month and it's getting on my nerves, he doesn't know about you, so it'll be easer for you to go than me."

I wanted to tell him that I couldn't do it, but I had to, I needed to clear my mind and I needed more money... So I agreed.
I hope Blair doesn't hate me more than she already does.

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I started packing up my stuff as soon as I stepped on my room. I was really anxious about this, I haven't killed someone THAT important in my whole "career", if you could call this thing that way.

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The best thing about this is that the company had its own plane, so to get from here to Bekistan was only a flight of 4 hours.
I felt a little bit exited to do this, I needed something to help me get distracted, I know this isn't the way, but it's the way I like to do it.

We were here, everyone in the airport stared at us as if we were from another planet, weird. But it's still a feeling I like.

"Okay, I'll give you a ride to your hotel. At 9:00am is the only hour of the day when the president is completely alone. You must be inside of the house by then, when the time finally comes you just go into his room and do what you must do" said Stephen while he was giving me all the equipment I was going to need.

"Will you accompany me to his house?" I asked with a little bit of excitement-on my voice.

"I'm sorry Charles, but your on your own."

"Ughh!! asshole" was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard that. He only said that because if someone caught I'll be the guilty one.
Oh well... I guess that gives mme more adrenaline to do this.

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I woke up really early the next day. As time passed I got more and more nervous.
I was getting ready when I got a message from Blair. Fuck.

"Where the hell are you?!?! We only have three weeks to work on our protect and we still have no idea what we're going to do!"

Fuck!! I totally forgot!
Oh well.. I'll call her when I'm done with my business.

I called a taxi when it was time for me to go. I was going into his house with him thinking that I'm an important business guy who wants to work with him, but I certainly wasn't.

When I got to his house the first thing I saw were a lot of bodyguards around the house. I'll admit it, I got a little scared but i could still the adrenaline on my bones.
His people told me where I could find him and took me to his office. And there he was... sitting on a big chair, probably feeling like a king.

I put my hand on my pocket so that I could feel the coolness of my gun.

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