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November 17th, 2058
I knew I had betrayed him as I tucked the pistol into my garter belt. At least, that's how he was likely to see it – my being here, now. After my promises to and not. A professional breach, at least. But the point was to get him to like the fact that I had gone back on my word, my contract, and now my high heels as I rocked back and forth before the yacht's bedroom mirror checking appearances from several angles.