The next morning I was woken up by my phone ringing repeatedly. It was too early for a Saturday, even if it was already 11:45 a.m. The name on the screen mocked me, "Mike." Ugh. I picked up and was greeted "Aspen Richardson if you are not in my office in 15 minutes, I swear-"
before he could finish his threat,
"Yeah yeah, I know you've told me a thousand times. I'll be there in 14" and hung up. Getting up unwillingly, I got ready as fast as I could, which was slow considering being an assassin. Nonetheless, I managed to grab an apple and be on my way in 10 minutes. Soon, I was rushing through the now busy streets towards work.
The tall, all glass and official looking building towered over the rest in the area. It seemed as if anyone could walk in and go about their business, however, that was far from the case. The glass was bulletproof and the establishment was one of the most secure in the city. I waltzed in, used to the intimidating stares of the bodyguards and even blew a playful kiss at one of them. I loved pestering them and I knew that they had no problem with me doing so. Getting off the elevator on the top floor and not even bothering to knock, I walked in and sat down.
"You're lucky you made it here on time." He said while looking up
"Please, I'm one of your top assassins, you could never get rid of me."
"That's what you think. Anyways, you know why I called you here."
I nodded my head and he continued his phrase "I have a job for you" he handed me a file, "Joshua Perkins. You'll find the rest of the information inside." Skimming through the papers, I was impressed by how successful he was at 25. The job had to be done by tomorrow so I had time to prepare, not that I really needed it, but it was always useful.
"Is that all?" I asked, wanting to get back to the comfort of my apartment and he dismissed me. As I was about to leave he called my name and I turned around with a groan,
"Oh, and don't get caught" he smirked
"Do I ever?" and I shut the door.
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Mistério / SuspenseAspen Richardson is your typical 22 year-old, besides the fact that she's an assassin, but that's nothing new. After being in the business for many years, she knows all the tricks and has not once been caught. When a new, charming partner becomes a...
