Prologue

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She lit up her cigarette as she watched them enter the building one by one, with their perfect faces and well ironed rather expensive outfits, looking like they had no problems in the world. Like they were perfect but she out of everyone knows they were not. Something people in this generation loved to exhibit is their “perfection”.

She looked for her phone, she kept on rummaging through her bag,
"Now, where is that stupid phone?"

She finally found where it was, it was on the floor, she picked it up and dialed a number, and the phone did not ring for long before the person she called picked the call.

“Are you there?” She asked in a low tone.

“Yes ma” a husky voice came over the line

“Get ready. It’s time” She said and cut the call

She took the final puff before throwing her cigarette out the window. She was ready to take these bastards down one after the other.
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