GOD GIRLS DON'T KILL

Me, Elizabeth

Name: Elizabeth Monteau
Height:5,7 ft
Special Abilities: Lie master,psychology expert,experienced a actress,Beauty Queen,and more importantly cold blooded killer.
Born in one of the most influential families I knew success was my nature.
Growing up in between scandals and drama I learned everything you need to know to succeed in the art of politics.

Oh but our society is messed up i have the coins but they refuse to have a woman in the spotlight. Why are they so sexist? They will regret it. I know my ways I always find them just wait. So don't get me wrong I love working for myself but making contacts along the road it's a must. Time to get what I want. So I did it I went to the corner store and bought a prepaid phone in cold cash. As I dashed my stunning red nails through the keyboard I could feel adrenaline gushing through my veins. I WAS DIALIN THE NUMBER. Changing my fate was on click away. I was nervous but the little dark voice in my head made press the dial button. Suddenly it ringed once and twice and i feared no one was going to pick up. But then a man answered "Elizabeth, darling I knew you would call" it was silent for a bit and I could only imagine his lips moving ,wonder filled me it was finally happening "Meet me at the Antique store on china town street 34" Everything went dead silent and then I hanged.
What on earth did just happened?WOW I thought I am going to become who I want, someone powerful. And a good way to get power is by fear. I went outside and decided I would be taking the Maserati. As I got in front of the steering wheel something inside me was worried but bad girls don't waste their time like this. It was a 45 minute ride I wasn't close, yet I knew perfectly where I was heading, that store was a huge part of my childhood. Where do you think secrets are spilled? I was outside glancing at the stunning white door the marble floors where unbelievable. As I got off my car I could hear my heels taping the flor and I thought this is the sound of success.So as we met i couldn't concentrate where was him?Then I saw it, a tall Caucasian man wearing a black Armani tuxedo holding a big yellow envelope with my name on it. I grabbed it. There where no words spoken yet he told me so much. I have dreamed and imagined this moment so much. Although I wouldn't describe this experience as nothing different of what I expected. So I got back into my Maserati and drove like crazy the highway faded as I rushed through it. I tucked the yellow envelope on my designer bag and evacuated my car. Something made me feel different. As I walked through the front porch and tried to sneakily glide through the door my elder brother Jonathan asked where was I at? I answered with a simple answer saying it was none of his businesses
and politely told him to back off. He said "Aww my little sister thinks she is influential being all serious and secretive" he saw the look in my eyes and responded "What ?? You were probably doing your nails right?" I nodded and brushed it off argh that sexist piece of trash.Men like this are the one replacing me. I walked from the main entrance to my bedroom as I got there I grabbed the cold doorknob opened the door and smashed it back closed. Made sure no window was open and that no one absolutely no one was seeing. Then I slowly collapsed into my fluffy white rug. Then I reached for my handbag I opened it and searched for the envelope once the envelope was in my hands it felt sacred I scratched it open whit my claws and stayed there simply starring at it. There was a picture of a man. This man had Asian features and really fair skin. He was handsome. It included a bunch of handwritten information as I read I learned he was a public figure but was also involved whit the smuggling of cocaine from Korea to the USA. The gang I was going to work for wanted me to find his stash and give them the location of some warehouses. I sure love playing Sherlock Holmes. As I kept reading it all made sense he was two faced one face was charismatic and charming and the other part of his nature was backstabbing and dark. It was clear what my roll was in this situation a clueless mistress that ends up being not so innocent and that will backfire. But what exactly does this man wants? I studied him got in his head and became an expert in being able to predict his moves. In knowing him from head to toe. And in having the perfect formula to get him to do what i please. I guess it was the start of me becoming a femme fatale.