The bugattti took me to the location he had send through text. His phone, the unsaved one, though so well memorized at the back of my head, buzzed to tell me, where his house was. Purely, this was a part of a mission, and nothing more. Then why was my heart racing?
Identifiable enough, I'm the shy type, the innocent yet badass bithc before an enemy. But my enemies constitute very less people, so it made me this naive self, that looked so meek and curious,people left me off the hook.
Its why Madam hired me.
She noticed me and mumbled,
"You shall be best for this"
I had to agree. Maybe I did. Or at the moment, for a young teen, who had dying grandparents, there was nothing much to say but withdraw from the fact, I had lost of money because it wasn't true.
For money, I was ready to give
