The Assassin

Drex refrained from harming the man.

"How much are they?" Drex asked the sales manager.

"Five dollars, twenty-five cents," Mark responded.



Drex paid for his packs of cigarettes, and decided to wait for the man in his car.

He pulled out his phone from his trousers, and dialed Wayne's number.

Wayne lay exhausted in his room, having completed all the household chores.

Weary and drained, he maintained his facade, biding his time until the opportune moment to reveal his true identity.

Abruptly, the door swung open, disrupting his moment of respite. Annoyed, Wayne turned to find Bailey standing before him.

"Hey, nanny, I need you to drive me to my hair appointment," Bailey demanded.

"I just finished all the chores, and I haven't eaten since morning. It's evening now. I really need some rest," Wayne replied, disinterestedly.

"Are you defying your duties? Get up and take me to my appointment; I can't be late. Otherwise, I'll inform my mother when she returns from work," Bailey threatene
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