❝ Warehouse ❞

@Kim Ari Pulling his scarf a bit tighter around his face Daeho walked his way through the crowds in the cold towards the area of warehouses. He had been asked a few days earlier for his help but he was surprised that it was someone he had never spoken too before. His name must have gotten passed on somehow and it could prove to be a problem but why let a potential job go.

The people around him were oblivious but of course they would be they didn't have to worry about most things but Daeho always had his eye out and his ears open for the most part. It would only take a moment to catch someone off guard and then what? It is what he used and one of his most important tools in his job keeping the upper hand and exploiting those few moments of vulnerability.

He made it a bit sooner than he thought pulling a paper out of his pocket to make sure he had the right warehouse before walking inside. The lights were dim except for in the center of the room where a woman stood dressed to impress and it took all he had not to laugh at the practicality of it with how chilly the warehouse was, but he walked a bit closer motioning his head towards her. "You called me?" he said simply as he undid his scarf from his face.

@Daeho Ari got home from work at about five in the morning. The sun was beginning to rise and she was looking forward to enjoying a gin and tonic on the rocks as she sat in the window sill of her mansion, looking out at the sunrise. When she got to her door she saw one of those door hanger flyers for one of the many delivery restaurants in the city. With a slight puffing of her cheeks she pulled it off and glanced at it, flipping it over to check out the menu.

She was awakened.

Ari already had good posture, but in the blink of an eye it became perfect. She walked back the way that she had come, dropping the door hanger in the first trash can that she came across; in the second page of the address of where she was to meet the man whom she had searched out and requested to talk to; she had almost forgotten about their meeting.

Eventually she found herself on the roof of a warehouse in a completely different outfit; she was now sporting a classy, asymmetrical black laced sleeve dress. The fine, lace patterns only covered one slender arm, revealing the other to show off her entire defined shoulder blade and milky, smooth skin. This was far classier and would less attention than what she usually wore. The young girl stood up unmoving as she waited for the hitman to arrive.

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