![]() No one wants to run around wearing a scratchy mask for hours on end. The mask is a true work of art.īlack filigreed lace made from the softest silk covers the top half of my face. I look up at the security camera hidden in the corner above the door and scratch my nose through my mask with my middle finger. The doors slide open again, and I exit to find myself facing a locked set of mahogany double doors. I hum along under my breath, waiting for the elevator to reach the forty-eighth floor. ![]() Pleasant classical music tinkles faintly from hidden speakers inside the metal box as it moves. I press the call button for the elevator, and when its doors open, I step inside and key in the code. Luckily, after some convincing, I managed to get this week’s code from one of Roan Incorporated’s senior executives. The code for this elevator changes weekly. Based on the blueprints I permanently borrowed from a helpful lower-level employee, there should be an elevator up ahead that will take me to the corporate headquarters. I swipe the flat end of my switchblade back and forth across my thin yoga pants – also black, the color has an added bonus feature of hiding blood – to clean it, for when it’s needed again. ![]() ![]() My footprints are still clean from stepping around the growing pools of blood from my earlier victims. My black ballet flats don’t make even a whisper of sound on the gold veined marble floor. ![]()
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