Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she typed the message: “Target eliminated. Job complete.”
She paused in the hallway of Landon’s building, her back pressed against the wall as she waited for the response.
She had killed before. Many times, but never had it felt like this.
Like loss.
Three dots appeared on the screen. Then: “Confirmation required.”
Of course. They never just took her word for it. She scrolled through her phone, selecting the photo she’d taken of Landon’s body sprawled on his bedroom floor, blood pooling beneath him, eyes closed. She attached it to the message and hit send.
The response came almost immediately: “Satisfactory. Return for debriefing.
Daphne pocketed her phone and continued toward the service elevator. The building’s security cameras would show a ma
