Part-Timing Assassin

Part-Timing is my Specialty

Today I woke up at around my usual weekend time, at half-past ten.

Today was Saturday, the day of the party. Lauren didn't want me to come over till 6, so I had practically the whole day to myself.

This gave me time to clean my apartment.

It had two bedrooms, both included a walk-in-closet, living room, kitchen, and one bathroom. Overall it was pretty standard, wasn't overly exaggerated, yet was very roomy. My apartment even contained a wall with a one-way window, overlooking skyscrapers, and looking out onto the streets.

On Sundays, I bake some hangover remedies, where you can smell the nice waft of cinnamon and all things nice.

These are things that normal people do and have, but I doubt that normal people use their spare room to store weapons, have an office, store very detailed files on important people, and use the walk-in closet from that room for different disguises for different identities.

These were things that were essential to assassins. Their job before the actual killing of course, is to gather information and finding the perfect place for it is first on the list.

Yawning, I draw back the curtains and let some sun into my bedroom.

Stepping out of my room still in my slippers, and my sweatpants, I decided to be lazy and put some waffles in the toaster and grabbed myself a cup of milk.

Putting the dirty dishes in the sink, I gather my hair in a ponytail and decide to organize my different identities.

I was not in the mood to do any of my college essays, but I would have to work on at least one of them if I wanted to turn them in on time.

After I finally have my identities set up in nationalities and ages, I start doing research on Barbara Wimberly.

Typing into the Google search bar, I find some selling points.

The grown woman is married to a business-man, who owns extensive lines of popular watches, clothing, and the like, but is currently cheating on him as some reports on their relationships have shown.

The lady is a narcissist and has fired numerous workers from the building her husband owns. Not only that, but the person she is currently cheating with is the main competitor to her husband's company.

Looking into more of her history, she has caused many people to go homeless, ruined reputations, and is underway with ruining her soon to be ex-husband's company.

I can now see the appeal as to why my 'employers' would want her eliminated.

She is clearly ruining the balance of competition in the market-place, among other things, like people's lives.

At this point I don't have any reasons not to, so I don't text the number saying I don't want to take the job.

Looks like Barbara Wimberly is now on my hit list. The price on her head was currently 1 million dollars, but I knew my boss would only pay me half. The pay didn't bother me, but I wouldn't know what she was really worth until I started on her case, and so I loaded up my laptop and continued researching.

After I finish writing down as much information as I could dig up on her, I hop into the shower.

I shave and put on extra perfume while grabbing some random comfortable clothes since Lauren will be dressing me tonight. Not bothering to do anything with my hair just yet, I just brush it and grab my phone and car keys.

Taking me around 5 minutes to get to Lauren's place, since she lives near campus, I arrive at 6:10.

Ringing the doorbell I'm immediately greeted with a huge bear crush, while Lauren goes on and on about all the boys that will be in attendance at the party.

Tuning her out a bit, I follow her into her shared apartment, and dodging the roommate, we successfully enter her bedroom.

"Giiirrrrl, you haven't partied in the longest time! I'm glad you're going to Jack's party, it's all everyone is talking about around campus."

With walking to my course, how could I miss it, these people really don't have any lives.

Lauren and I met last year during our boring Business Math class. We instantly hit it off, by sitting in the back and gossiping, as most women do. Don't get me wrong we are actually both very hardworking and studious people, but this class, in particular, was one where we couldn't help but slouch off.

"Let's curl your hair!"

With this loud exclamation, Lauren revealed a curling iron from her vanity dresser.

She brought a chair out for me, and so I had no choice but to sit down and let it happen.

I myself am an expert at it, since I can turn myself into other people with a snap of my fingers, but Lauren doesn't know that, so I'll just let her do it.

Although I don't usually curl my dark brown hair, the way Lauren did it made it look pretty fire.

Lauren then proceeded to do my makeup, with a precision that only a girl who's done it a thousand times can have.

The mascara, eyeliner, and light natural eye shadow made my brown eyes pop, while she added a light highlight and she filled in my eyebrows.

It wasn't too over the top, and it accentuated my features well, all in all, I really did look good.

The red lipstick was the finishing touch to the classic Jennifer look.

Lauren picked out a navy blue crop top, black ruffled mini skirt, and black heels for me.

She handed me the articles of clothing and I left for the restroom to go change.

Once I crossed the hall and entered the restroom, I pulled her clothes on, only to discover that they fit me perfectly. I guess Lauren and I were pretty close in size.

Going back to Lauren's room I find that she's changed into a red blouse, a black tight miniskirt, and red heels.

Her make-up is super shiny, with the addition of the iconic red lipstick that we both seem to love.

Her blonde hair is straightened and reaching to her mid-back. With her outfit, she looks like she could take on the whole campus with her fiery good looks.

I look at ourselves in the mirror, "We look goood."

Lauren smirked and boldly stated, "Girl we look hot!"

Our smiles and equal smirks into the mirror backed up our statements.

I was so ready for this party! Ready to let all of my worries leave me.

Until realization struck, and I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to do an essay, and instead had valued researching my next mark moreover my college work.

Yeah, part-timing is definitely my specialty.