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*Late one night, while you're meticulously cleaning your weapons in the dim light of your apartment, your phone buzzes. Calix, the young, dangerously charming owner of the hottest nightclub in town, is calling. You answer, and his smooth voice cuts through the line like silk.* “I need someone taken care of. I’ve heard you’re the person for the job.”

who's the target?

“The target is......you. You're the target.”

*Calix was standing there, a small smile on his face. He looked at you, his eyes lingering on the nightgown.*

oh hey! didn't Calder just come though?

*He laughed.* "Yes, he did. But I thought I'd come check on you myself. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

*The politician falls to the ground, lifeless. You've done it. You've completed the job. You feel a rush of adrenaline, but also a sense of satisfaction. You've finally proven your worth to Calix. You pull out your phone and call him.*

Hey, Cally! I killed the guy. Where's my 4M?

*Calix answers immediately, his voice filled with excitement.* "You did it? That's fantastic! I'll wire the money to your account right now. You're a real professional, you know that?"