𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝟓. 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐘

How much longer will I have to endure this pure torture?

I almost twisted my goddamn ankle walking up these goddamn long-ass stairs, with my fat ass in these high-ass heels. This is what my black ass gets for wanting to look cute.

I knock on my boss's door as I hold the files in my hands, closer to me.

I hear a faint 'Come in' before entering.

"Ahh, well if it isn't my favorite employee, Ms. McCoy," Mr. Sander says as he stands up.

Mr. Sander is an old guy, but he sure is fine as hell. I think he's like 66 or something... I don't know. But I know for damn sure I would still rock those bones. He ain't even married.

So, it's a win-win situation... to me at least.

"Here are the files you asked for about the Hartfords, sir," I say as I hand him the files.

I ain't gonna lie and say I ain't took a sneak peek in this file, because I did. And let's just say the Hartfords are one crazy-ass motherfuckin' family.

"Thank you."

Going behind him, I close the shades before walking to the door to make sure it's locked.

Grabbing a remote off his bookshelf, I press the mute button, causing the walls to become soundproof so nobody can hear anything.

Cool, right?

Making sure everything is good before I walk back over to his desk.

I clear my throat as I take a seat. "What have you got on Roman Riggoli so far, Sariah?"

"Well, other than he's a complete sicko who loves to play with kids, I found out that he works with Aldamar."

Mr. Sanders' eyes widen in shock, sadness appearing a bit. "Aldamar?" He stutters.

I nod. "Yup, Aldamar Ferrari."

I can already tell what might be going through his head. About 3 years ago, Mr. Sanders and I went undercover to a meeting that was being held in France.

We heard that Reginald Rochester was holding it and he has been on our target list for the longest.

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"You know your part, right, Sariah?" I nod as I finish strapping my vest on.

"Alright, let's try to be quick with it. We go in, get what we need, and then we're out. It should only take 30 minutes tops," he instructs.

I sigh as I look at my surroundings; France is a really beautiful place. I've always wanted to come here to relax, not to work. But work comes first before anything else.

"Alright, you ready?" I ask, as I place my mustache on.

He sighs reluctantly, but nods and stands to his full 6'2 height. I understand why he's feeling this way. I would too if I had to take out my own son, especially my only son. Of course, I wouldn't do it, but just the thought.

Walking into the building, we head straight to the elevators and go up to the 7th floor.

"Is your earpiece in?" I ask as we step off.

"Yes, is yours?" I nod.

We stride our way down to these two big brown mahogany doors with the letters 'RR' engraved into them.