5.Walk-in Closet

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Vivienne's POV:

I looked around the room savoring every detail as this will be the last time living in this room. The weight of the moment is pressing down on my chest. Eight years, Eight years in this house, in this room, where every corner had been a reminder of the life I had lost. The life that had been torn apart by the betrayal...... The room was dimly lit. I traced my fingers lightly on the edges of the old oak desk where I had spent countless hours studying, reading, and reflecting. The walls, which has always been with me in every step-my most vulnerable state, will now no longer see me crying. Will it be lonely just like me? I smiled slightly.

I took a deep breath, the weight of my decision pressing heavily on me--my father, my mother,.... and my younger brother..... you destroyed everything Blackwood. I have spent the last eight years preparing for this moment. I am coming to finish what you started.

I walked towards the door without looking back. This chapter has finished now. I am ready. Get ready Alistar.

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I headed towards the airport. My man had already prepared everything. I took the boarding pass and ticket of the plane from Willowbrook to Vierella where Arcadia corporation is located.

I was reading newspaper in the airplane when I noticed the vacancy announcement for the post of an assistant in Arcadia Corporation. I looked at it for a while.... and closed it. I closed my eyes to rest for a bit.

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After boarding down from the plane I checked my luggage and came straight to my apartment near the place where Arcadia Corporation's building was located. I cleaned it a bit and started unpacking the luggage. I put my clothes and other necessities in the cupboard.

Then, I clicked the small red button, which was barely noticeable, in the cupboard and waited for few seconds. The cupboard shifted to the right and a big space greeted me. This was my secret space for keeping my guns, computers, and daggers. Most of the girls would have make this room a walk in closet, but I am not those girls..... This is my base....

I stepped inside and started arranging the things which I brought here with some special methods. First of all, I placed my daggers and hidden blades, throwing knives in the cabinet on the right. Then I started placing poisons, smoke bombs, garrotes in the other. Then, at the right side I placed my silenced firearms, taser/stun gun, explosives, tracking device, night vision googles, drones and cloaking.

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Author's POV:

The girl stood in the center, her hands steady and practiced as she laid out her tools on the smooth, polished surface of the glass shelf. Each item was meticulously placed, her movements fluid and precise, as if she had done this a thousand times before. She didn't flinch, didn't hesitate--this was a ritual..

On the left side of the shelf sat a sleek, red lipstick. With a twist of her wrist, she unscrewed the cap, revealing not the creamy pigment of a beauty product but a thin, serrated blade, expertly concealed. Her fingers slid the blade back into place, then picked up a small vial from the side-a potent poison. She carefully unscrewed the lid, the scent of chemicals faint in the air. The poison was clear, colorless, the kind that would slip unnoticed into a drink. She poured a drop into the hollowed-out base of the lipstick tube before twisting it back into its compact form, now fully armed.

Next, she reached for a compact blush, the soft pink hue inviting, almost innocent. But inside, hidden beneath the thin layer of powder, was a hidden mechanism. She pressed a button on the side, and the compact split open, revealing a sleek, razor-sharp stiletto blade. It was lightweight, designed for quick and silent use. She slid the blade back into its casing, satisfied.

Her fingers moved with mechanical efficiency to the next item-a tube of foundation. It looked just like any other tube you'd find on a store shelf, but the bottom of the tube was hollowed out to hold something far more deadly: a small needle coated with a fast-acting sedative. She clicked the tube's cap back on, ensuring that the vial inside was secure.

The brushes came next, each one carefully placed on the counter. Her favorite was a thick, luxurious mascara wand. As her fingers wrapped around it, she pressed a hidden button near the base, and with a soft click, the wand transformed into a thin, precise dart launcher. She checked the mechanism with practiced ease, making sure it was primed and ready. A small vial of poison sat beside it, waiting to be applied to the tip of the dart.

Lastly, she turned her attention to a small, discreet perfume bottle. The bottle had a false bottom that held a syringe filled with a powerful, fast-acting toxin. She shook it gently, as though testing its contents. Her lips curved into the faintest smile at the thought of how easily she could slip this into her target's drink. No one would suspect a thing.

She stepped back, surveying her work, the quiet hum of the room surrounding her. Everything was in place. Each tool, each weapon, perfectly concealed and ready for use.

She gave one last look in the closet. Then, she saw her reflection in the full length mirror in the closet door. Her reflection stared back at her-calm, collected, and unrecognizable from the girl who had first stepped into this type of closet all those years ago. The girl who had been innocent, unaware of the darkness that would come. Now, she was a weapon herself.

Taking one last glance around the room, she exhaled slowly. The mission was clear. No mistakes. No hesitation.

She walked out of the closet, the door clicking shut softly behind her. Her footsteps echoed faintly on the room.

She looked at her reflection again in the mirror of the bathroom. Her brown eyes were no longer there, instead a black eyes stared at her. Her beautiful golden hair was gone. It was replaced by long black hair which contrasted her white skin. She wore a simple t-shirt, long pants and walked outside the apartment.

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Other Fl's have walk in closet filled with latest designed dresses and makeups, but our FL have latest weapons and makeups(secret weapons)

Here is the list of her treasure, in case you forgot:

lipsticks: hidden knife, poison vials

blusher: disguised explosive, blades

foundation: acid, darts and needles

mascara: sharp tipped needle, small blade

compact mirror: hidden poison, syringes

nail polish: poison, taser, stun device

hairbrush: hidden blade, needles, darts

perfume bottles: vials of poison