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Marilyn Nieve Foster

That b*tch. She thinks she's all that because she has a nickname and people fear her. But she was caught. I'd allow her more leverage except if she complied with my wishes, I could guarentee her back out onto the streets undisturbed for the rest of her life, never to be caught again. I'd do the job myself, I have more than enough experience in the field, but I want to get someone on the outside to do it. I wouldn't want to arouse suspicion.

That's why I was going back again today. It wasn't as though it took much effort to convice the President. It wasn't as though it took much effort to convince anyone to do anything for me. Most people just wanted to please me.

She tried to poison me, but I'd read her file. In fact, I was one of only a couple of people who had read her whole file - I knew everything about her.

She was going to get more than she'd bargined for.

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I stood behind the heavy metal chair that was bolted to the floor and stared at her as she looked disbelievingly at me. I told the guard to leave - there were no cameras. It was just me and her.

Then I told her exactly how many I'd killed and destroyed. She looked impressed and surprised.

Then I told her my plan.

The End

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