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13.  My muse stripping themselves down

Chibs had just come in off the road after a long ride, hadn’t been paying attention when he stepped into the bathroom.  Hadn’t bothered shutting the door behind him, even, but then he hadn’t figured it would be necessary; the only others he knew for a fact to be present were his brothers, who’d only stopped to drop off some stock, so they wouldn’t linger long.  Anyway, they knew better than to come looking for him unless it was important.  The idea of there being anyone else inside…well it wasn’t even on his radar.

Anne blinked sleepy eyes trying to focus on the clock on the night stand. 3:39am should not be a time that existed. Her phone continued to chirp at her and Anne slowly moved from the bed. She drew her silk dressing gown on before reaching for the landline that rested on the desk. She had only made it to the hotel room a little after 1am and she was still in the early stages of sleep, enough so that chemicals still flooded her body leaving her feeling quite strange.

“Yes?”

She did not answer with her name or any other form of greeting. She rarely did given who she was and what she was.

“Ah, Anne, I do hope I did not wake you.”

“I am afraid you did Mr Sinclair. Given it is three thirty in the morning this is not to be a big surprise.”

“Ah, my apologies, Ms Weathers but I have a job for you and it requires your immediate attention. I will wait while you check your email.”

“As you wish, Mr Sinclair.”

Anne opened her tablet device and brought up her emails. The one from Mr Sinclair was at the top. She had worked for the business man a few times. She had despised him each time. He was a bully with fewer morals than a demon. That and he had hurt Anne the first night of their meeting, thinking to use pain as a motivator. Anne had been less than impressed by the act.

Once she had finished reading she picked up the receiver again. “I am afraid I do not quite understand Mister Sinclair. Exactly what are you wanting me to do with this young woman, what was her name, Anya?”

“I want her taken care of.”

“I am not an assassin by trade, Mister Sinclair.”

“I don’t care what you do, Ms Weathers, just take care of her and make sure she if she does know something that she has not told anyone else or they will need to be taken care of too. Your fee remains the same.”

He ended the call with no goodbye, and Anne was not surprised. She placed the phone down in the charging cradle and returned to her bed reading down the email, she looked at the surveillance pictures. The girl was pretty, she did not look like much of a threat to Anne at all but appearances could be deceiving.

A new email came in with her travel itinerary and Anne sighed. Well, there went her sleep for the night.

Seven hours later Anne was seated in a small café, sipping a latte and looking across to the young woman in question as she purchased her own caffeinated drink. As Anya made her way out Anne moved, bumping into Anya.