DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter two.

She smirked as she entered the old deserted two - storey building then paused at the lobby looking around. The building was old, worn out and its facilities faulty. A loophole that was to their own determent.

Smacking her brightly painted red lips and smoothing a hand over the red fitting dress she wore. She approached the receptionist, a paper cup of warm coffee in hand.

" Oh , Honey ! I just got requested to make a delivery..." She started convincingly and placed the cup on the desk startling the zoned out plump woman.

" Oh ! But they already delivered my coffee thirty minutes ago, " the plump woman raised a brow at the cup that bore the shop brand she usually orders coffee from then frowned as her look darted over the red provocative dress.

" You're not dressed like the delivery , " The plump woman stated.

She knew she had to quickly think up an excuse for her plan to work.

" About that, I was just walking in and I met with one of the delivery staff at the door then asked me to deliver it since I was heading in the same direction. Said it was something like a free gift or bonus ..." She was keen not to mention the gender least she make a blunder.

The plump woman was half convinced.

" Or aren't you Mrs. Roberts ? "

" Oh ! Yes ! Yes ! I am , " she said , perfectly manicured hands reaching out for the coffee.

" I'm Sasha , " she smiled happily after managing to convince the woman and her eyes averted from the name bearing tag on the woman's shirt.

' Sasha ' smirked and watched the woman greedily begin gulping down the coffee then decided to make small talk with her.

" So ? How long have you been working here Mrs. Roberts ? "

She raised a brow once she set the coffee down, " five years since my husband died . Why ? "

" Oh ! I am just waiting for someone to meet me here so might as well chat a little. You know..."

Mrs. Roberts giggled , " oh yes ! I know the feeling and sometimes I wish I never poisoned that man...it gets so lonely without him, "

' Sasha ' raised a brow and watched the woman yawn then giggle as the drugs were quickly kicking in, for some reason her unconscious blabbering brought peace to her conscience.

" And I never even got the wealth I killed him for ...pathetic life, "

Mrs. Roberts yawned again.

" Do you take alcohol or any kind of drugs Mrs. Roberts ? "

" Never ever ! That person , you're waiting for...is he...is he...is he...mffff! "

' Sasha ' smirked watching as the drugs fully kick in and the woman dozed off. She patted her handbag then proceeded up the creaking worn out stairs to the next floor.

" Ahhh ! Grusha , I need repair of the stairs and new installation of surveillance cameras at the moment , " a man spoke into the phone .

' Sasha ' stopped in front of his desk making him look up at her.

" A moment please , " he disconnected the call.

" How may I help you ma'am ? "

" Hallo Sir, I'm looking for Mr. Vandervir. Is he in ? "

" Any appointment ? "

" No sir "

" Who are you to him then ? "

" Just tell him it's Sasha de' Klerk , "

The man hesitated , " did the woman at the lobby let you up ? "

" Mrs. Roberts ? "

" Yes , "

" Most certainly ! She knows who I am to him, "

Please don't make this hard . She mused as indecisiveness crossed the man's face.

" Okay then. Follow me, "

She smirked victoriously and her sharp pointed heels noisily hit the floor as she sashayed following the man . They stopped in front of a door and he knocked.

" Who is it ? "

" It is me , sir...a certain Ms. Sasha de' Klerk wants to see you, sir ? "

There was a long pause then the scraping of the chair on the floor was heard.

" Come in, " finally the voice said.

The man infront of her sent her a small smile and opened the door while trying hard not to stare at her revealed cleavage.

" Thank you, " she smiled , walking in the room and brown eyes snapped up to meet hers.

" You are no Sasha , " he started.

She assessed the man and estimated that he was bodering fifty but fit. A hint of greying hair line over his tired face.

" She sent me , "

" Hmm. Your name ? "

" We're namesakes , "

Both brows shot up , " what a coincidence ! "

She giggled.

" We also agreed that our meetings was only for the nights, "

She giggled and made herself comfortable on the ugly sofa in the office. Crossing a slender leg over the other , the thigh slit of the dress exposing delicious portion of skin.

" She asked me to surprise you, "

" And what a wonderful surprise you're Sash, "

She giggled at the nickname and unclasped a hand covered up in lace gloves to twirl a curly strand .

The man's eyes followed the action , licking his lips while his eyes hovered over her large rack.

He cleared his throat and pulled a pack of cigarettes under his coat.

" Care to join me ? "

" No, I suggest..." ' Sasha' slowly stripped off her coat, " ...we begin. "

" What an excellent idea ! " The man exclaimed delighted , a new lustful sparkle in his eyes.

She seductively rose from the green sofa and approached her prey. She paused a few yards from him and made show of performing a teasing slow dance as her hands slowly grabbed the small metal tucked in the garter stockings under the slit.

" I must say you do - " he paused when the silencer pointed directly at his forehead.

" What ? How?....erk ! " His eyes widened in terror and confusion.

" Bye bye daddy , " she whispered , smirking evily then pulled the trigger ; two bullets piercing his forehead as two pops resounded in the room. The man slumped in his seat, two wide eyes staring at her but lifeless.

' Sasha ' helped herself to a cigarette then shrugged her brown coat on.

" Thought I heard something . Mr. Vandervir is everything -"

Pop! Pop !

He fell on the floor at the door and she stepped over him on her way out. In her heels, she managed to run down the stairs and her eyes rested on the sleeping plump woman.

" Julien Roberts , " she muttered as her lace gloved hand dropped a syringe of hard drugs under the plump woman's seat then pulled a new silent pistol, carefully unwrapped it and hastily curled the soft manicured hands round it.

" Sorry sweetheart, you and your husband are even now , " she muttered and grabbed the coffee cup from the desk then hastily left the building grateful there were no witnesses.

Her soft curls bounced in the wind and the afternoon sun was warm on her skin.

She was only guilty about the innocent man she had shot at the door but not guilty of a confused Julien waking up with a lost memory then horrified at the weapon in her hands , and that was if the police did not arrive sooner . As for Mr. Vandervir, he was just an assignment.

Thinking of the devil, two police cars madly sped past her towards the building and she shook her head . It seemed Julien was in for a shock of her life but as for the innocent man shot at the door:

Guilty ! Guilty ! Guilty ! Was not target ! But was in the way ! Still guilty ! A witness ! Guilty !

With a deep sigh, ' Sasha ' shook her head ridding herself of the guilty thoughts as she dumped the coffee cup in a trash bin many yards away from the crime vicinity.

" One man's meat is another's poison, " she muttered, exhaling a puff of cloudy smoke as she walked away.

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CORAZEN LIYA DUKUZUMUREMYI. AGE 25. MASS OF DARK CURLS , DARK EYED, BROWNED CARAMEL SKIN TONE. DISPROPORTIONATE BODY BUILD. EXAGGERATED FEMININE FEATURES. VERY ATTRACTIVE. ETHIOPIAN MATERNAL ORIGIN . RWANDANESE PATERNAL ORIGIN. SPONSORED FROM HIGHSCHOOL IN FATHERLAND TO OXFORD UNIVERSITY. GRADUATED _MODERN LANGUAGES AND LINGUISTICS. BRILLIANT . BLACK BELT IN JUDO AND TAEKWONDO. WORKED AS JOURNALIST_FIRED. WORKED AS MAID WHILE TRAINED TO BE AN ASSASSIN. RESIGNED AFTER TRAINING. FULL - TIME ASSASSIN. TEN BRUTAL KILLS.

The bell at the door jiggled and Mr. Fazul tucked away the piece of paper. He looked at the woman who just walked in the half empty pro shop.

He smirked .

Cora.

His gaze swept over the loose dress she had on, no doubt to hide her uneven frame. She slowly walked towards the counter.

Corazen or rather Cora was a beautiful woman despite her disproportionate frame, Mr. Fazul observed. Her head was full of dark beautiful curls and a lovely shaped face with adorable but striking features no doubt an inheritance from her maternal side. Ethiopian women are known for their stunning physical beauty and great hair ; Cora did not disappoint. Her average height paired up with her slender frame except for her exaggerated uneven features which Mr. Fazul had spotted from her photos proved she was indeed fit. Probably that was from the paternal side . As for her exaggerated feminine features, they were not unpleasant . Inappropriate or provocative probably , but definitely not unpleasant.

He stroked his goatee and keenly observed her pick a gun from a rack on the glass counter then aimed it at a target. Multiple shots rang out when she pulled the trigger . The target was accurately hit, clean bullet holes through the forehead, chest and knee.

She was good.

He noted her pick up three daggers from the rack and aimed it at another target. She flexed an arm and swiftly threw the daggers, each time hitting the target accurately but the last missed ,hitting a wall. She hissed in frustration.

" Don't worry ! " A burly man pat her on the back, " I can see you better than last time Kayla . "

Mr. Fazul frowned. Kayla ? But then he smirked again. Of course with the kind of job she indulged in , she would never reveal her true identity .

With curious eyes, he watched them chat a bit then the burly man left with the laughing men who had decided to call it a night and the indoor range was left with only the three of them. The third one , a heavily tattooed man busily scrolling through his phone at the counter. Mr. Fazul knew this was the only chance he had. He slowly approached her.

" I must say I admire your skills...it's hard , actually quite rare to encounter a woman that handles such as you do. It's quite refreshing, " he deeply drawled, his Arabic accent heavy on the words.

He had been told severally it was attractive.

" Hmm. Thank you, " she replied nonchalantly and she turned to pay at the counter.

Mr. Fazul had to try another tactic as he watched her keep the change and begin to leave.

" What's the rush ? "

" I need to leave , it's getting late Mr..."

" Fazul, "

" Kayla , "

" Lovely name. Why don't you allow me to walk you home ? Even stop for a drink ..."

" No. I'll be fine, "

" I insist, let me walk you..."

" No , thanks Mr. Fazul , " she muttered walking out.

He had no choice.

" Cora ? "

She froze but then began walking again.

" Mr. Vandervir ? "

At that she turned , her lovely features horrified.

" How did you know about me ? "

" I would explain that over a drink , "

" What do you want ? "

" I have a proposition for you, "

" You're not my boss, "

Mr. Fazul smiled, " no. I'm not your boss but I've got the evidences about Mr. Vandervir. "

She stared scared.

" So ... A walk ? "

Numbly, she followed the lean tall man who ushered her into a van filled with his men. It was a smart move on his part. Walking in the deserted streets at quarter to midnight with an expert assassin who had two black belts was risky.

It was safer for him but could not help noticing her questioning glare and tremble. She was afraid and that was a good sign.

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Just a note. ,??? Cora is Cora. Doesn't mean any Ethiopian or Rwandanese is suddenly violent or bad news.. no negative stereotypes please.