"Nothing went wrong! Nothing okay? None of this is wrong don't you see? It's perfect. This is what we've always wanted, THIS is the future we've always wanted...It's not the paradise we thought it would be though, is it?"
{Two years proir...}
Zandra was walking into the dress botique from the garage when she spotted that man again. Why was he following her like that? It was so obvious. How utterly annoying.This man was beggining to grate on her last nerve, and to do that was a mistake if ever there was.
Once inside the botique Zandra waited around a clothing rack for the man to walk in. No one else was there yet, and just like that, the man came in. Zandra quickly made her move and held a stunner at the man, "What do you want?" She snapped in a voice as cold and dark as her boy short hair.
The man cowered and lowered his head, he began to quickly, and messily, sputter out something in Russian before someone came into the shop. That chime was unmistakable, someone else had come in and was chatting away on her cell phone in a loud voice.
Zandra quickly put her stunner away and shoved the man into a room, which she locked quickly and went over to the new person, changing her tone from cruel witch, to style savvy foreign business woman. If there was one thing she knew better than self defense, it was fashion.
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