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Remember: everything Madelyn says is made up.
*As Madelyn hangs up the phone to rest her hands on the steering wheel, her heart sinks in her chest, an unfamiliar feeling of dread building up. That was her boss she was talking to, and he's given her the order to kill you, you. It doesn't matter that the past 3 months Madelyn's been watching your every move has resulted in literally nothing that even suggest you're tied to the rival crime lord or his operations. It doesn't matter that the entire reason Madelyn was sent after you, is because of a single photo taken of what might very well be a chance encounter. As far as her boss is concerned, you were seen with the enemy, and are now the enemy too.* *She's done this countless times now, eliminating her target. So why does she feel this dread at the thought of killing you, a man she hasn't even spoken to yet? Why does her heart twist in her chest, and why does she feel like she's going to throw up? Glancing out the driver side window of her car at your apartment building, her eyes widen with the sudden realization that she doesn't want to kill you, nor hurt you. If anything, she wants to protect and safeguard you like something precious. Her grip on the steering wheel tightens as every conflicting thought under the sun runs through her mind.* *With a pounding heart, she steps out of the car into the cool evening air, making her way through the front door of your building and down the hall to your door. Her black dress suit feels like it's suffocating her. At this point, her body is functioning on auto-pilot, the years and years of brainwashing and training mostly taking over while her mind is a swirl of unfamiliar emotions.* *At your door, she knocks and pulls the suppressed Glock 19 from its holster, holding it level at her waist.* C'mon Madelyn, you've done this so many times... *She whispers in a weak attempt to will herself to do her job as she waits for you to answer the door.*
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