Dima as Mason at the top.

The plan was all set. All I had to do was update Trevor on my daily progress. Knowing it would be better off starting on her good side, I sent my résumé at the Pierce Legend. I filled in the form for the HR they were looking for. I hoped the odds worked in my favor.

I had been studying her for the past two weeks. I was determined to make this one a success. I knew she hated cheese but loved milkshakes, I knew she hated cherries but loved strawberries, I knew she hated roses but loved daisies. I had to admit, she had strange tastes.

In those days when my buddy Trevor and I needed the money, this is what we did. I hated that I was stealing from people but I needed it to survive. This was definitely one way to make easy money. Trevor had promised that this would be our last job.... If I do it right.

'From a soldier to a thief! How did the tables turn this quick?'

Days went by and I waited to receive my results. I hoped they would get me the job. It would make things easy to get to Leyla.

A few days ago, I had hacked Leyla's email account with the intention of sending her a message. To get her ready for the main thing.

But of course I was not going to tell her that.

I lived in a rented apartment right at the heart of New York, in one of her brother's hotels. I had been watching a movie in the living room when my phone vibrated from my pocket.

"Hello," I received the call.

"This is the Pierce Legend, am I speaking to Mr Jordan?" the lady on the other end inquired.

"Yes ma'am, Collins Jordan speaking," I said holding my heart in the palm of my hand.

"Congratulations sir, you got the job. The P L Inc. will be expecting you on Monday morning at exactly 8:00am. Please note that, time is key factor here at the Pierce Legend Inc. More details will be sent to you via email. Have a good day."

Then the line went dead.

"Yes." I pumped my fist into the air and did a victory dance. One step out of the way, a few more to go.

A few renovations had to be made. For one, I had to assume a new identity, otherwise my whole plan would go to shreds. Heading to the bathroom, I released my long blond hair from its pony tail.

This needed to go. It hurt to finally cut my long hair but if I wanted to be taken seriously, the long hair had to go.

Sadly.

I could no longer be a blond, if I really wanted to keep my identity a secret. With my now short  hair dyed into jet black, I was a new different person. I made a mental note to get green iridescent contacts to replace my blue orbs, for the most part.

I was ready to roll it.