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She hates her name, it reminds her of a princess. He loves her name, so he calls her princess. She's an actress, but that's only part of the job. She lives her life luring people into a false sense of security, and...
"Steven give it back!" I whine, jumping up, trying to reach the doll he's holding above my head.
"Nu-uh. You gotta catch it first," he teases, holding it higher above my head.
I continue jumping up, trying to reach for it, but it's no use. Suddenly, an idea pops in my head. I stop jumping up for the doll and turn a bit to the side, acting like I've given up.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the smug look he gives me and I turn to face him, kicking him in the shin as hard as hard as my little leg can muster. He groans, leaning down to rub it and I quickly grab the doll out of his other hand.
Running off into the living room with my doll in my hand, I feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Steven runs in after me, his eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a firm line.
"You know, it's not nice to kick people, Leia," he says, rubbing his shin.
"You took my doll!" I defend, holding up my doll for him to see.
"Okay, okay, that's fair. If I promise not to take your doll again, will you promise not to kick me again?" He holds his hand out to me, our signal of a truce call.
I walk up to him and shake his hand, smiling up at him. He smiles back at me and rubs my head, messing up my hair.
I wake up to my alarm going off and I sigh. The dream I was just having drifts from my mind as I check my phone. I notice that I have a message from an unknown sender.
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( A work associate telling her that the boss wants to see her)
I groan, realizing that this probably means I did something wrong. Getting out of bed, I change into some black leggings and a black halter top. I throw my hair into a high ponytail and put my phone in the pocket of my leggings.
I walk into the kitchen and take my pills, moving as fast as I can. I run out to my car and curse, realizing I forgot my handgun. Running back inside, I grab my handgun from my nightstand. I set my gun inside the center console and speed out of my neighborhood, driving as fast as I can without getting a speeding ticket.
I arrived at the warehouse within about 10 minutes, which all things considered, I made a pretty good time. Putting my handgun in my waistband, I speed walk to the doors, waving at the cameras so they'll buzz me in. The doors open and I walk inside, immediately walking to my boss' office door.
Giving a slight knock to the door, I steel myself, putting on my best poker face.
"Come in, Layla," he says, his voice dripping with sickeningly sweet venom.
I'm thrown off guard by him opening the door for me, rather than just allowing me to walk in, but I walk in nonetheless. He shuts the door behind me and walks behind his desk. I see a man standing in the corner, watching me with a blank expression. When I look closer, I see that his lips are upturned ever-so-slightly in a sly smirk. I look back over at my boss.
