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Mila sighed softly as she walked along the path from where she had been dropped off at the gate to the front door of the bosses house, the harsh winter wind blowing her white hair around her as she looked down, digging through her purse. She went through her checklist making sure she had her phone, gun, and the safety button she had sewn inside the purse. A small charm that was meant to send out an SOS to the precinct should things ever go bad in her line of work, a useful thing she fortunately hadn't ever had to use yet. For almost a year now she had been working this case with her little sister, slowly working their way up the chain to get here, face to face with the boss. Who the boss was, neither she nor anyone else knew except the bosses inner circle, but tonight that would change. Tonight, the whole world would know who the boss was, with their face plastered on every T.V being brought in in cuffs. The drugs, the slave trade, the weapons, all of it that was tied to these people would finally come crumbling down. She was here to get sworn in to the circle, and with it, all the evidence she would ever need for an open and shut case.
She closed her purse, adjusting the strap that ran around her neck, holding her black dress up while she tugged it down, wishing the fabric was at least long enough to reach her knees. Yet this was what she had been told to wear, and she wasn't about to let all the precincts hard work go down the toilet just because she didn't want to wear a short dress. She tensed, jumping a bit in surprise as the light above the door flicked on once she approached, showing her soft dark skin, and her mismatched eyes showing her heritage. One blue, and one gold, a clear sign of angel blood, something that had likely helped her get this far, as her sister had been stuck as an enforcer for the last year. It would be over soon though. Smoothing down her dress, her black heels clicked on the marble steps before she knocked on the door, awaiting to see the hidden face of this organization.
She closed her purse, adjusting the strap that ran around her neck, holding her black dress up while she tugged it down, wishing the fabric was at least long enough to reach her knees. Yet this was what she had been told to wear, and she wasn't about to let all the precincts hard work go down the toilet just because she didn't want to wear a short dress. She tensed, jumping a bit in surprise as the light above the door flicked on once she approached, showing her soft dark skin, and her mismatched eyes showing her heritage. One blue, and one gold, a clear sign of angel blood, something that had likely helped her get this far, as her sister had been stuck as an enforcer for the last year. It would be over soon though. Smoothing down her dress, her black heels clicked on the marble steps before she knocked on the door, awaiting to see the hidden face of this organization.