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The next day, things went a bit differently. Instead of taking the bus, I was personally being picked up by Ethan. I entered his Mercedes AMG GT, and I swear I could lick this car. It looked so clean, and it smelled like fancy perfume. It was probably him, but I wasn't going to test it.

We arrived at 5:30 am, and went straight to the basement.

"At 4:00 pm, everyone goes home," he started "prepare a 9x 19mm Parabellum, and armour to cover my chest."

"How many bullets will you need?" I looked up at him.

"What do you think is best?" He looked down at me.

"Three, and extra." I said confidently.

"You did your homework, good girl." He smirked.

"Who are you going to murder?"

"We don't speak of the name."

"Then why are you murdering them?"

"They owe me money." He walked towards the elevator.

"But aren't you a gazillionare?" I followed behind him.

"Stop asking questions." A small chuckle left his mouth, and we entered the elevator.

When we finally reached the top floor, he grabbed my arm; turning me to face him.

"Don't mention this to anyone." He slightly squeezed my arm.

"I know Eth-"

"Mr. Dolan," he snapped "just because you're doing a special job, doesn't mean we're buddies now."

And with that he let go of my arm, and walked back to his office.

I couldn't lie, and say it didn't hurt. I walked to my desk, and pulled out my phone. I decided to just listen to music. I started to casually bop my head to "Breathe" by Jax Jones, but I stopped when I heard the sound of the office doors open. I looked to see..Sam?

"Madeline?" He looked kind of frightened.

"Sam, what are you doing here?"

"I-uh came to see you!" He hugged me.

I dunno why, but I hugged back. The hug felt nice, but Sam quickly pulled away. He was looking past me, and I looked to see Ethan standing with his arms crossed.

"What are you doing here? The office hasn't opened yet." He walked closer to us.

"Nothing Sir, just came to check in on Madeline." He awkwardly smiled.

"You two know each other?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Uh-yeah." Sam answered quickly.

Ethan looked over at me, and I just shrugged.

"Get out please." Ethan calmly said.

Sam practically ran out of the door. I wonder if he knew about Ethan's...business.

"I didn't know he-"

"You're stupid." Ethan looked me up and down.

"Excuse me?"

He walked over to me, and I immediately regretted my reply. He reached for my back and pulled me into a hug. Then he let go, and showed me a tiny square.

"You see this?" He pointed at the square "this is a tracking device."

"What? Sam wouldn't do that!"

"How long have you known this..Sam?" He looked me in the eyes.

"A day.." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, what?" He moved closer to my face.

"A day!" I said louder.

Our faces were inches apart, and for once, I felt something different. Instead of fear, I felt a bit of lust towards Ethan. He moved back, and I swear I could've bursted into tears right then and there.

"Don't trust everyone who hugs you, stick to high fives." He looked at me like he was about to say something else, but just walked away.

                            ***
"Wanna come over?" Cher asked.

"Can't, I have to stay behind."

"Why, are you gonna have sex with Ethan or something?" Cher smirked.

"NO!" I laughed.

"Then why are you staying behind?" She asked.

"Is that Channing Tatum?" I pointed past her.

"Girl, you'll have to try harder than that to distract me." She crossed her arms, and shifted her weight.

I hesitated.

"Cheryl, thank you for your time you may leave." Ethan was behind me.

"Okay sir." She cupped to her hand to my ear "enjoy his di-"

"CHERYL!" I pushed her.

She left, and Ethan locked the office doors.

"Let's g-" the sound of gunshots erupted from the streets, and soon the glass door was shattered.

On first instinct, I grabbed Ethan's arm and pulled him towards the hall. We ran all the way to the elevator, and got in.

When the doors opened we ran out, and I passed him the gun.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" He asked.

"What? No!" I looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Well welcome to your first lesson." I saw excitement in his eyes, which scared me even more.

He passed me a gun, and I just stood there, looking at it. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me down under a table.

"We're gonna die." I whispered repeatedly.

"Shut up!" He hissed.

"Then do you have a plan?" I looked at him.

He didn't answer.

"Exactly." I rolled my eyes.

"Could you stop being a bitch?"

"Could you do something?"

We stopped our bickering when the elevator door opened.

"Over here!" I heard a familiar voice.

This is it, we're gonna die.

A/N

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