Arthur and Mateo

You're a professional killer. The contract required delicacy: first the codes, then the liquidation. I had to work with Arthur and Mateo. The main difficulty was a hidden pregnancy. If they found out, they'd suspend me. I was determined to complete the last job.

Today I had to approach an official known for his weakness for striking women. A "seductress" was needed.
“You’ll look absolutely stunning in that dress,” Arthur chuckled.
“Are you serious?” I asked gloomily, anxiously wondering if the cut would give away my secret.

In the bathroom, I pulled on a burgundy dress with a high slit. The thick fabric hid my rounded waist and the throwing knife at my hip. I pressed my palm to my stomach for a second, promising the baby that everything would be okay. My makeup—definitive eyeliner, scarlet lips. Stiletto heels and a wig with raven-colored waves—completed the femme fatale look.

I went out. Arthur whistled:

• Baby, you're more dangerous than I thought... I hope I don't fall in love.
  Mateo shook his head, smiling.
  — The main thing is that the subject doesn’t die from shock.
  "He won't die of shock," I replied. "First information, then a painless death. Now I was risking more than just myself."