An Assassin's Journal(Completed)

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Tuesday - 11 July 2017

We land in Dallas around eleven AM and I head to the Fairmont Dallas hotel and booked in. Oh, it feels so great to be home again. The hotel is in my books the best one in town. They gave me a one bedroom suite. I snap myself out of my daydream and followed the bell boy up to my room. The bell boy carried my bags for me and I got him to do some few items of laundry for me. He took my laundry bag with my room number and name on it and with a generous tip with a smile that can outshine the Chester cat.

It made me smile as I started to look around my suite. It's an amazing suite with a lovely view overlooking the pool from above and of course the city beyond the pool. It's a nice two room suite with lounge and dining table area on one side and as you step through the one door it opens up to a lovely large bedroom with a king size bed. This place is great. I can surely get used to this type of living. After I got settled and more comfortable I lay down for an hour or so. Since I started to travel a lot, I just can't fall asleep on the jet anymore for some strange reason. I woke past three PM and sat up against the headboard. I got a call and answer it.

'Vlad Tepes, hello.'

'Miss Tepes, I'm Alexander Jameson I got your number from Amar Ali in Istanbul you've just done business with him.'

'Yes. How can I help you, Mr. Jameson?' I listen intently.

'I have a shipment of porcelain that's in need of a buyer.'

'Is it of a good quality, I only in pure clean porcelain sir and not junk. One should take pride in one's business.'

'Of course. I can guarantee my product is one hundred percent pure and clean.' His voice changed slightly as he gave me the answer he thought I wanted.

'Sir, I'm very good at detecting when someone is lying to me and you sir are lying to my face. I can pick it up in your speech. Find something pure and clean then we can talk. Or I will take you out myself are we clear.' I spoke a bit pissed off that he's lying to my face.

'Ye...ye...yes ma'am. Sorry to have wast your time.' I end our call then and there. The cheek to think he can sell me something so back alley cook battery acid. Then another call came in.

'Vlad Tepes, hello.' I answered.

'Hello, Miss Tepes I am Raul Fernandez I got your number from Mr. Ali-Baba in Kazakhstan he said to tell you the merchandise he bought from you is a dream to work with.'

'Wonderful I'm glad when my clients are happy. How can I help you, Mr. Fernandez?'

'I have a half a ton of powder that needs to go to the Mexican border. Can you help me?'

'A few things first, is this power pure and clean I will not deal with back alley junk hitting the streets. Are we clear?'

'Oh, ma'am I can assure you all our powders are handmade and the purest you'll get in all of Texas.'

'May I see your lab?' Time to get my hands dirty.

'Of course, I'll be happy to show you around.' He agreed eagerly. I don't detect any strange changes in his way of speaking so I guess this is legit to have a look see.

'Wonderful. Let's say one hour from now. Text me your location and I'll meet you there.'

'Good I'll send it to you and I'm looking forward to doing business with you, ma'am.'

'And me you. Until we meet. Bye.' We hung up and I got up took a shower and got dressed in a black pencil skirt, stocking, shiny black stilettos with a dusty pink frilly blouse. I then started on my make-up, contacts lenses to a hazel color with a long blond wig with amazing bouncy curls in it. I was still a bit early and got my double gloves on and started to process by dipping my Walther PPK's bullets. I love this little 'James Bond' gun because it's small and compact with a lot of firepower of a nine millimeter short rounds, and you can put a silencer on it so an all in all a marvelous little cheeky piece of equipment that can protect you.