Hitman: Conversion
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Regina Fisher was tired of being Stephen Waken's whore. She was nothing more to him than a piece of eye candy, an object for him to abuse. She was just there to make him look good, and to fulfill his needs physically. He did take care of her though. He was rich, and could afford to throw money at her. All she had to do was follow him around, her arm in his shoulder during parties, and then follow him to his bedroom. She of course, would leave after she did whatever he wanted. With a giant wad of money in her purse, but she would still be depressed. She felt horrible, and dirty every time she was around him. She entered her apartment, and then her bedroom. There was an elegant, but short black dress laying on the bed, as well as a note. It was probably from Stephen. There wasn't much written on the note but a time, and a business card for a nearby hotel stapled on it. She let out a sigh, rolled her beautiful green eyes, and pulled the beret that was holding up a ponytail. Her beautiful,curly, auburn hair fell to her shoulder, and she slowly began to get undressed. She didn't want to go to whatever party Mr. Waken was taking her to, and if she had known of the events that would occur that night. She wouldn't have went, but she would. Tonight her life would change forever.
She climbed into the shower, and took her time. She had a long day, small price to pay when saving lives. She was a Nurse for the local Hospital, and there was a huge shooting between a man, and several police officers. A lot of gunshot victims were brought in. Most of them were Cops, and most didn't make it. She was exhausted, her feet hurt, and what was worse. She would have to walk around in a pair of high-heels for hours tonight. She wasn't looking forward to it. She closed her eyes, and basked in the comfort the warm water from the shower head was providing. She snapped out of it. Got out of the comfortable shower, and began to get ready for the party.
