God, you hated Jane Smith. You hated her so much.

You two used to be so close, you did missions together. Until she met John, they met in one of Angelina’s mission.

That same day, they had sex. Like, what the fuck? And they ended up getting married.

Jane and you used to be best friends, with benefits. She used to treat you like a princess, you loved her. So much.

In the company you two worked at, it was full of missions, guns, files, computers with your targets and hers.

You two were the best assassins in the company.

Angelina walks up to you, smiling at you.

“Hey, good morning. Any missions?”