Episode 13
Porsha walked through the street for the first time in years with her true identity. Her completely white hairs and eyes had been hidden for years for a good number of reasons.
"Oh my God! Is that your real hair?" Someone asked.
Porsha nodded and continued walking. 'If only they knew she was the assassin who hunted the city" she thought..
'They would have taken to their heels'
"Can I take a picture please?"
Porsha's face creased into a frown.
"Hell no!" She half yelled at the stranger who looked bewildered at her sudden change of reaction.
Porsha stared at him for a split second. The look of terror on his face tore at her.
"I'm sorry about that... Just that.. Uhmm.. Never mind" she apologized and increased her pace. She knew she was beginning to deviate from the mission. The fact that she would be meeting him with her real identity sent euphoria down her body. She had never thought she would be meeting him with her real identity talk more having conversations with him.
'Maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all she thought.
Derrick had posted on his website that he was in need of a maid and Alley had suggested that she apply in order to know his weaknesses before getting rid of him finally. She walked across the big estate where she was queried by the securities who later ushered her into 'Derrick, Dick's' as she often call him, home office.
"Good morning sir" she greeted politely.
Derrick had been busy on his laptop when she was ushered into his office. He looked up at the stranger and was dazed at who he saw.
"Oh! okay, you may have your seat" he stated obviously embarassed she'd caught him staring at her.
"Porsha MacMullen" Derrick called as he looked into her files. He had almost mistaken her for someone else.
"Is this really your hair?" He asked not believing his own ears. Back home, he had a family whose girl looked exactly like the stranger right in front him. The only difference was the hair. While Porsha had extremely white hair, she had silver colored hair.
He asked her more questions which she answered correctly before he agreed she was right person for the job.
"I'll send you an Email" he said as she stood to leave. Porsha was stunned. She hadn't expected him to treat her that way.
"Well, there's no guy who won't trip for her unique features" she concluded.
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Porsha walked around the room lazily. She'd done her chores quickly in the morning and prepared him a nice meal. Her phone beep. Porsha rushed to check it. She never left her messages unattended to. It was the only way to communicate with her boss.
Three days of working with him, she'd found out about his favorites.
"Alley had no business with that" her subconscious mind interrupted.
Well that was true. Alley was only interested in finding his weaknesses and also plan a better way to get rid of him.
"I miss you all the time" she read the message and deleted it immediately. It was from her sex god. She missed him badly but she knew she had to starve sexually in order to get her mind straight on the mission.
Porsha checked the time and discovered he would be back soon. She arranged the hall room quickly and rearranged everything she'd scattered unconsciously.
Next, she went into the kitchen. He had written out a food time table for them both. Porsha hummed a song as she started cooking. A large part of her wished she was doing all the nice things for her fiance not some random stranger she would murder in a few months. She had always loved being a wife and a mother but she knew better than anyone else that Alley would never allow that. Not even in a million years.
'She lived for him' she thought soberly.
Porsha heard the door open and concluded he was back. Thank goodness her meal was ready. She headed out of the kitchen to welcome him.
"Why was she being extra nice?" Her subconscious mind queried.
Maybe she was just trying to act up so she wouldn't blow her cover easily.
Porsha walked to the lounge and was surprised to see him with two bags.
"Welcome sir" she greeted.
"Derrick" he corrected, his eyes glued to his phone.
"Alright!"
"Let's get this to your room" she said and picked the two bags he'd dropped carelessly.
"No, they're yours" Derrick stated and looked at her for the first time.
"They belong to you. Got them while coming home.... No offense but I felt your dresses are a bit out of fashion"
"Thank you" Porsha managed to reply as he walked into his room. She moved into her room in anger. How dare him call her dresses 'out of fashion'
She'd chosen the poorest of her clothes while she embarked on this mission so he could believe her forged story.
Somehow, a greater part of her convinced her to open one of the bags which she did. Porsha was stunned to see clothes which matched her hair and skin.
Her phone beeped. She checked through her phone and discovered she had a mission by eleven thirty-five.
'Her target would be killed late in the night' she thought and deleted the message. She packed the clothes and prepared for the mission. She had something better to do other than checking out clothes.
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Porsha walked through the lonely night. She had managed to get out through the window. Fred, her target would definitely be in his room sleeping without any disturbance without knowing he would be dead in few minutes.
Her bullet proof outfit and mask made her blend with the darkness. She knew she wouldn't be noticed easily by anyone. Porsha climbed up the wall with the aid of her rope.
Soon, she was in the fourth floor which led to her target's room.
Porsha broke in forcefully through the window, starling Fred and his wife. She brought out her gun swiftly and fired two consecutive shot at Fred. She had no time for procedures. She knew she had to get back quickly in order to avoid suspicions from Derrick.
Porsha slid out of the window swiftly like she had barged in, leaving the already scared wife beside Fred's lifeless body.
Immediately she got to the street, just as Alley had said, a black BMW came to pick her. She was sure it was one of their own. She brought out her phone and sent a message to the boss.
"Mission successful"
She deleted the message as usual and hid her phone. It was better done that way.
Few minutes later, Porsha hopped out of the car and walked into the estate.
Again, she made use of her rope and was back into her room in a few minutes. Porsha inspected everything to be sure no one was in while she was gone.
She laid on the bed and smiled. Derrick would be shocked with the headlines in the morning.
" He's working so hard to capture an assassin who lives with him... Hmmmph"