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Syrah looked around the room, unsure of her location as the dimly lit room appeared abandoned and old. The room was empty with nothing in it but her and the chair she was sitting in. From the ceiling hung a blinking light that was irritating to look at. What the fuck is this? Some scary movie sh-
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps, most likely heels, tap across the ceiling all the way to the stairwell where they began to descend to her location.
In the woman's hand was a gun and she was loading it with bullets as two big men followed behind her. She cleared her throat when she looked up and saw Syrah staring.
"Well, look who's awake." She said calmly. Syrah's mouth was shut but her eyes showed little fear as she looked from the woman's bright pink hair to her designer clothes. Appearance wise, the girl was beautiful but who was she? "I'm not sure if you know who I am or what I do but... you really just fucked up for yourself. I'll give you... 10 seconds to give me one reason to not kill you."
Syrah only needed two. "I want to work for you too."
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