Chapter 1. Francesca
Dark web..
Assassin needed.
Target Don Constantino Mancini. Job must be completed with proof in 48 hours. Reward: 250 million.
"Hmm. Seems simple enough. I don't know if I have the time with all of the cases The Crew has." Says Francesca as she scrolls through the requested hits on the Dark Web. But that's an awful lot of money to pass up. She thinks to herself. Just then her gate alarm told her she has a visitor. She hits the video camera and sees it's her bestie Angela. "Hey Girl! You're early." says Francesca. "Well I know how much you love those Crumbl Cookies. So I stopped to get those and caramel lattes from Starbucks". says Angela. "Girl you didn't say nothing but a thing. Come on through." says Francesca as she buzzes Angela in. She watches closely as Angie's 2014 Porsche 911 comes through the gate. Francesca gets up from the chair in her office and heads to the front door. She opens the door just as Angie parks her car in the circular driveway.
"Girl I knows I've said it several times before. But DAYUMMM I love your house!" says Angie. "Thank you Sis. Now get in here before my coffee gets cold." Francesca says as she side hugs her best friend after relieving her of the coffee carrier. "Come on inside. I need to run something past you". "Ok. Let's get comfortable and I'm all ears." says Angie.
Francesca leads the way to her favorite part of her house, her breakfast nook. When she had the plans drawn up for the house built she wanted this part of the house made exactly to her specifications. A 10ft by 10ft space with a high ceiling. Seven floor to ceiling sound proof and bullet proof glass that can go from clear to tinted in seconds if needed. She decorated her oasis with her favorite colors pastel pink & lilac with an intricate floral pattern. A cherry wood round table sat in the middle surrounded by 4 matching chairs with seats and backs in the same colors and patterns. A window seat spans from the first window all the way to the last. It too was decorated in the same pastel colors and patterns. What no one knows is that these colors and patterns were a part of her defense system. I pity the idiot who tries to test it. Francesca thinks with a smirk. "Uh oh. You got that FAFO look. Do I even want to know?" asks Angela. "Let's just say that this room has more than one purpose besides the spectacular view and tranquility it gives." says Francesca. Angela looks at her bestie since 2nd grade with a raised eyebrow. "It's like that? Girl I pity the idiot that tries to infiltrate this house." Francesca starts laughing. "What's so funny?" asks Angela. Francesca wipes the tears with a cloth knapkin. Yeah I don't use paper in my oasis. If that's bougie, then so be it. "Girl I was thinking the same thing." says Francesca. "Let's eat so I can bend your ear about this assignment.
