faded lives

faded lives

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"being a twin is not easy" Natasha say's being locked up behind bars Natasha:so this is the world I find myself in, not knowing who I am, where I come from or where I belong. Am Natasha am 21, yes am an adult, I work for the CIA at california l. So life was pretty alright parsay before I found out someone killed the president Hane's wife and the person had my face framing me I don't know who that is but the person who did this is going to pay. I had struggles at my work but this top's it all. Nikita: what you looking at, yeah! I look like the mirror reflection of this so called girl Natasha so what, her life seems prefect, not like mine that I have to kill people, I come from the hood, I live in a ghetto area while she probably own's some big mansion. I don't feel pity for what I do. My parents didn't feel pity before dropping me at an orphanage home , where I knew nobody and nobody knew me. Nobody wanted to adopt me till I was three and it's not like the people who adopted me were living normal lives, they were drug dealers and professional killers, where did you think I got it from from God? oh please!. Where I come from that's the only business that pays money Yes we might be twins but we are living - FADED LIVES
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"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a boyfriend at home, a great one and I can't be with you," She still doesn't lookup. "But last night you-" "I had a lot of work to do over the last 2 months. You were just my destresser, just sex. I made the mistake, however, of choosing you, the president's daughter," Her eyes finally come up to meet mine. "Stop calling me that." I scoff. "What?" "The president's daughter, that's been what everyone has called me since the news came out. I've tried hard to make a name for myself, I have several published articles in the New York times, one of which I even read at the UN climate conference. I've even spoken in front of congress. Not one of those articles mentions that just that I'm my parent's daughter and whether I decided to wear Gucci or Prada to the coffee shop that morning. The least you could do while admitting you used me is address me correctly, I am Y/N Phoenix, you will call me Y/N Phoenix and nothing else. Now, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our conversation last night, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our relationship," I lift myself up from the seat by putting my hands on her desk and lean in closer to her. Her head tilts up to keep our eye contact, "but I'm even more sorry that you'll have to settle for caterers and paralegals, and that you'll remember me when their cunts don't taste as sweet as mine."

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