Dont you Dare
A sleek black Samsung gs7 Edge was held to a plush pink ear. Sunlight streamed through bleached mauve colored hair, burning each strand into pale golds at the tips. The cerulean waves crashed serenely into thick foam through its frame of a Greek styled white stone balcony.
āI understand, sir.ā A low pitched voice answered rather smoothly. Below the illuminated threads of hair, stood a stiff leather collar shielding a pale clean neck. Broad sloping shoulders richly dressed in expensive matching leather wrinkled at the bend of an elbow as a hand dug deep into the pocket of dark washed jeans.
āIāll do just as you said. Its an order right? Iāll meet the style department right after and head out. It shouldnāt take long since you mentioned that the resemblance is uncanny. You can trust me, sir. Is there anything else you need me to know that wasnāt covered in the briefing?ā
A pair of silken lips pressed into a thin line, waiting for an answer.
āThen consider it already done.ā
With a click, the phone silenced and discreetly, the slim black emitting sapphire hues slipped it into an inner breast pocket in his leather jacket. A few short hours and he would be flying to the nationās capitol of Seoul from his veranda here in Busan. There wasnāt much time before he had to leave for his flight so he left quickly to complete the rest of his preparations in welcomed silence among crashing waves.
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