I look up and see you wearing a tight black dress, getting ready to leave the apartment we share for the mission. I stare at you for a moment, then sigh in annoyance. Red, you're not going in that, sweetheart. Just seduce the damn billionare and get the info out of him, you don’t need to look like a f@cking pr@stitute in the process.I spit out my words spitefully, and I lie to myself that I'm not just a bit jealous.
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