A/N: As you can see by the existence of this chapter, I have decided to extend this story. The initial chapter raised a lot of questions. This story will attempt to answer those questions. Chapters of this story will likely be short, but updates should be fairly frequent.
The two heavily armed guards standing outside her door are stoic. They don't speak to her or acknowledge her in any way. That's not their job. Their job is to prevent anyone from trying to enter her room. They would also prevent her from getting out of her room, should she ever try to escape during the night. Not that she would ever try such a thing.
As she walks the halls of ornately decorated mansion, she focuses on keeping her new cover intact. She can't slip up, not even for a moment. Her name is Emma Roux and she must act, think and even feel like Emma at all times. Anything less would lead to dire consequences.
When she enters the expansive, elegant dining room, she's greeted by a man named David Angotti, who places a gentle kiss on her hand. It was something he did every morning. She used to find the gesture endearing, but that was before. Now she was always looking for a way to subtly wipe the kiss away without his knowledge.
But before she tries to wash his touch away however, she must greet him in her usual manner to avoid arousing any suspicion. With false cheeriness and her fake French accent in place, she responds to his kiss with a slight nod of her head and the salutation, "Bonjour David."
David Angotti was one of the most interesting and contradictory evildoers she'd ever met. He was an illegal arms dealer with many other nefarious dealings. No one knew just how many other illegal activities he dealt in. He was very efficient at hiding his illegal businesses. It was what made him so dangerous.
He was completely cold-blooded and would kill anyone who crossed him or even looked at him wrong. But when he was around her, he was a completely different person. He was so kind and gentle. He was a complete and total gentleman. He never treated her with anything but the utmost respect.
During the year-and-a-half that she's been here, he had never pushed her into anything or tried to force anything on her. The furthest he'd ever gone with her was kissing her hand or her cheek. And it was clear that he was attracted to her and quite possible that he may have even fallen in love with her. He was always showering her with compliments and expensive gifts.
She'd actually seen him blush at times when she caught him looking at her. He seemed to always be mesmerized by her artificially green eyes or her fake smiles. And he frequently told her that her accent, which unbeknownst to David was also fake, was completely sexy. And yet, he always behaved as an absolute gentleman.
As the two sat down at the dining table, their breakfasts were served. While David was served what basically constituted to as a feast, Emma was given a glass of water and three slices of an orange. Such a meal was what she was expected to eat when she had a show to do that day. Despite the protests of her stomach, it was all she would have this morning.
Just two hours later Emma was at her work, surrounded by a small crowd of people. They were all fussing over her to make sure she looked just right. There were people tending to her makeup, her hair, and her clothing, as well as her shoes and jewelry. Even the tiniest little detail had to be just so. Everything needed to be absolutely perfect.
All of the attention focused on her made her quite uncomfortable. Despite doing this for over a year, she still wasn't used to being in the spotlight so much. Her entire life she had always been taught to not draw too much attention to herself. It was best to go unnoticed as much as possible. That philosophy allowed you to get the job done with greater efficiency, whether it be conning or spying.
The attention she was getting now was nothing compared to the overwhelming level of attention and focus that would be cast upon her in a few minutes. To make matters worse, she had no weaponry on her person, which only added to her level of discomfort. The clothing she had been put in was also restrictive. So if something were to happen, she would be completely at their mercy. And that was a feeling she detested. Helplessness was not something she dealt with well, at all.
Closing her eyes and taking a breath, she reminded herself once more that she was Emma Roux and not Sarah Walker. When she stepped out on the stage, French fashion model, Emma Roux walked the runway with absolute confidence.
When her modeling work is done for the day, the armed guards who had been following her all day, delivered her back to their boss David. Under his rule, Emma was to never be left alone. She was to be guarded at all times. He said it was for her protection, but she knew that the arrangement was also set up in order to keep close tabs on her. The only times she was allowed to be alone were the times when she was in the bathroom or at night when she slept.
During those times, the guards waited outside the doors, and none of the bathrooms in David's mansion, nor her bedroom had any windows. Other than the single door the heavily armed men guarded, there was no way in and no way out.
All of the guards and protection she was provided with used to make her feel safe, but again that was before. Now it only severed to make her feel like the prisoner that she was. She was never alone and she had no freedom. David Angotti may have treated her well, but he would never let her leave, at least not alive.
Night finally fell and Emma returned to her bedroom. Once the door was locked she allowed Emma Roux to slowly fade away and let Sarah Walker return. She shed her outer clothing, removed her makeup, and removed the contacts that altered the color of her eyes. Her hair couldn't be changed, since it was her own, just cut and colorized, but when she looked into the mirror she could finally recognize herself to some degree.
As she pulled on her nightwear, she imagined her hair being longer and blonde. When she crawled into bed and closed her eyes, Emma Roux was dead and Sarah Walker had once again come into existence. When she drifted off to sleep, she waited to be reunited with her heart in her dreams.
A/N: Have any of your questions been answered or do you have even more questions now? If you're interested in learning more about what has happened, look for the next chapter, which should be released in the near future.