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Cindy looked into the hotel’s mirror, carefully tailoring her appearance in order to give off an air of wealth. Maybe opulence would be more fitting, since she knew she had more money than the snobs she had to suck up to in order to complete her current job.
The tails of her silky black dress reach to the floor, pooling around her feet like an oil spill. It completely concealed her long legs. The middle of the dress was made out of translucent fabric adorned with embroidered flowers, partially exposing her stomach.

Under all of the luxury, weapons lay hidden. Twin blades strapped to her thighs; her client requested silence and discretion. Nobody would find the body until long after the party was over.

The victim in question was a rich man from overseas, on a business trip with some associates. Mr. Mason Goelet. Cindy didn’t know much more about the man other than the fact that he was going to be present this night in a high-profile party. Her client had provided a few blurry pictures taken of the man in what seems to be a boat, and a general description of his physical appearance. Basset Hound, Male, 6”1ft tall, Always surrounded by a personal army of ass-kissers.

That last point particularly concerned Cindy. It was going to be hard to get him alone in a party designed to mingle and make connections. Luckily, she had everything figured out, and if everything went smoothly, Mr. Goelet would be dead in less than 2 hours.

She put on a faux beaver skin coat and a silk scarf to protect her from the cold. Once she felt ready enough, she stepped outside of her hotel room, locking the door behind her and storing the key in her handbag. She walked up to the elevator door, and waited for it to open up. It was, thankfully, empty. She fussed with her hair some more in the elevator mirrors. To any unknowing viewer, she would look like a regular, albeit wealthy lady making her way to any of the many luxurious parties hosted in this city.

The elevator dinged open once more, revealing a lobby adorned in gold, marble floors impeccable in their polish. A golden chandelier accented with crystals hung from the high ceiling. Men and women lounged about, conversing with each other. It was close to 11 p.m, so very few new hotel patrons were arriving. Cindy walked right past the lounging area, to the telephone on the opposite wall. Nobody paid her any mind, she fit right into the environment. She picked up the phone and dialed the number her client provided. It rang twice before the person on the other line picked up.

“I’m on my way.” she said into the speaker, and hung up before her client had the chance to say anything.

She strolled through the open gates of the hotel, mentally rehearsing her plan.

She flagged down a taxi right outside of the hotel. She took a close look at the driver as she gave him the street name. He was a dark brown tabby with shaggy black hair that judging by the look on his face, would much rather go home. Nobody Cindy should worry about.

She arrived on a street a few blocks away from the actual entrance to the party, not wanting to reveal where she was going to any potential witnesses. She stepped out of the taxi and threw a handful of bills to the driver’s face, rushing over to the sidewalk, not caring for her change. the driver muttered some swears under his breath and drove off into the night.

Cindy dusted down her dress with her gloved hands while she walked down the street, turning into an unlit alleyway, her normally needle-like pupils dilated into something more human. Maybe a regular person would never think about striding with such confidence through an alley in an unknown city at this hour, but Cindy knew she was more dangerous than anyone she could encounter here.

She climbed up onto a dumpster and jumped over a chain link fence separating her from the exit, all with the practiced ease and grace of a feline.

A few blocks down was her destination. The party was being hosted in the event room of another hotel, arguably bigger and more opulent than the one Cindy was staying at. You could tell there was some kind of rich people-only event taking place by the sheer amount of luxury cars parked outside of the hotel entrance.

It was obvious that entering through the front door was impossible. There were multiple security cameras, and bouncers asking for an invitation that Cindy didn’t have. She solved this issue a few days ago while searching the hotel for solutions for this exact problem. She had found an entrance to the kitchen, conveniently unguarded by hotel staff or cameras. She thought it was going to be difficult to sneak in when a crowd was outside the hotel, but it ended up in her favor, since she was able to pass through and calmly walk to the back doors unnoticed.

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DISORDERLY CONDUCT - Cindy Wilson, Part 1