Melinda stood on the balcony of her high rise apartment, the night wind brushing against her face as the city lights glittered below. She held a cigarette between her fingers and exhaled a slow, tired breath. Her other hand scrolled through her phone.
An email sat open, dated from a few weeks ago. She had read it countless times, yet her expression remained the same quiet deadpan.
Orders from her.
Melinda stared at the cryptic lines again. No explanations. No follow up. Just instructions that made sense only to the one who issued them.
She muttered under her breath in a voice so soft that even the wind almost drowned it out.
"What am I supposed to do, saviour?"
There was no answer. Only the faint hum of the city far below.
