Bad Blood
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Everyone always says I act too much like a protagonist. Well considering that I just moved nine thousand miles across the sea, began a girl's singing cult, became instantly famous, changed my name (not legally, but blackmailing the media seemed to do the trick), and won five hundred thousand dollars I think it's fair to say I'm definitely not a side character. Oh yeah, and there's the job interview I had, the bureau I joined, the cover I created, the spy I became, and the man who's life I saved. I mean, I'm not trying to brag but, call me the mentor and we might have some serious problems. But if I was the mentor, I'd remind you all that nothing is as it seems. And live is too short not to eat cake.
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I hated waiting. It was especially challenging standing carefully to make sure I didn't break my heel before the appointed time. Ugh setting up a meet cute like this seemed so stupid. If all I had to do was seduce the mark, why did we have to go through all this extra effort? But the powers that be said our mark had a real romantic streak and was currently heartbroken over his highschool sweetheart cheating on him with a new business contact, before both skipped the country, seemingly to elope. I watched the crowd walking past me as I stood in the shade of a closed store alcove, the walls giving me something lean against making sure I didn't step on the unstable heel accidentally. Stupid Americans, everyone looked like they were in such a hurry to go buy more things they didn't need. Hair and makeup took two hours yesterday and just as long today. I did not want to have to sit through that again. Plus being stuck in a third girly demure dress for another day might be enough to finally kill me. It might not have all been so bad if I could have chatted with someone while my hair was pulled and burned and styled, and creams and potions layered on my face and eyes. But all of the salon girls were owned by the powers that be, and none spoke any of the languages I could. I suspected that it wasn't an accident. I felt my phone vibrate with an alarm. Show time. I started walking down the sidewalk. It would have been a beautiful day for a walk if I wasn't so focused on my mission, and trying to only walk on my toes with my right foot. The town car pulled up to the curb just ahead of me, coming to a stop in front of the quaint little shop. The timing was working out perfectly. Just a couple more steps. I watched as the rear door of the passenger side opened, I moved to step around the now open car door just as a set of long legs in navy slacks swung out from the car. 3...2...1...

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