Every day seemed the same. Wake up. Go to work. Do meaningless chores. Eat lunch. Return to boring desk job. Go home. Eat. Go to bed. Or, that is what Alicia Granger would have you think. She worked a boring desk job. She wore boring clothes. Owed a boring car. Lived in a boring apartment. She took massive steps to make her life as boring and plain as possible. All the hide the fact that she was anything but boring.
Alice was an assassin.
One of the best actually. She was quite good at her job and no one was on her trail as of yet. No one suspects to lowly secretary. She simply takes your calls, schedule your appointments, and takes notes. She was anonymous and very dangerous. Her jobs were posted in code in plain few of everyone on popular cat videos. Only reason for that was because she owned three cats. No one would think twice about a cat owner looking at cat videos.
She got paid in chunks of cash or transfers into her account by an "Uncle Dave". It was quite clever actually. No one ever suspected. No one ever knew. She dressed modestly so as to not draw attention to her stunning body. She was rather fit bit her clothes hid most of her toned muscles. She did everything to hide the fact that she was a murderer of rich corrupt men or squealers.
Alicia knew how and where to kill them without a trace DNA or evidence. It got so bad that the FBI began calling her to Phantom simply due to the lack of video evidence or physical evidence of the killer other than the wounds or poison. In rare moments, Alicia took pride in her work and flawless record. It kept her busy in her boring life. All in all, it was well worth it.
Today, Alicia went about her usual boring civilian life. She was just heading to work and headed towards her usual coffee shop. She wore a long sleeved grey sweater dress that went to her knees. Underneath, she wore black tights and sensible flats. Her black hair was tied up into a bun and her makeup was minimal. She was just another person in line for coffee.