a key???

I wrote previously that I got employment right? Would you try to guess what a girl like me would get as a job??

Come on, it's not a hard one.

Well, here's a hint.

I steal things, a skill I've perfected when I was trying to survive with my mother and brother when my father left us for his first mistress. I also am good in escaping. Another skill that comes with stealing. I remember the first time I got caught. I stole a bottle of medicine for my mother who wasn't feeling well. She was working hard to support us. I don't like the way my mother thinks about how a girl should be. To depend on the husband. Maybe she just didn't want me to suffer.But I love her fighting spirit. Took care of me and my younger brother through all the hardships. All by herself.

So I stole the medicine but I got caught and I got whipped with a belt from the shopkeeper.

He might have taken the medicine from my hand but he never knew about the one in my waist.I had to hide it between a secret pocket I made by stitching up some rags from the garbage. Ah ..... What a time it was.

I discovered my passion there. To steal is my passion.

My,... Where was I ?

Now about my job, have you guessed it?

I am a spy. Well, not exactly a spy.

I was like a spy.

Like I said, I have a good skill of stealing.

I steal information from here to there.

Like when I stole the information of the "A" government supplying arms to the mafia "X".

I sold it for cheap. Just a million dunes.

I kept my identity hidden. No one could trace me. I was like a shadow in the night. I got into this business when I met my uncle.

Who have sadly passed on. He taught me everything I needed to know. My parents thought he was dead. But he came back after 20 years. He had a fight with my father so he left and he took pretty much nothing with him. When he returned, I was shocked.

He gave me a job in his house, the usual chores in a house. He helped me support my family.

When I turned 25,he ask if I want to be his successor. Of course I said yes. He always told me he was a spy and I wanted to become one like him. He taught me how to enhance my skill, the stealing skill.

My parents didn't know he had returned and he told me to never inform them.

I started learning from him.

He would take me to places and teach me how to defend and attack. He did not go easy on me. He fought me like a man would fight a bear. But I learn now that it was important for me to know how to fight a man who's a hundred times stronger.

Yes, I frequented bars and clubhouses.

I get to dress-up, playfully steal information right in front of them. Of course they weren't looking but it was still their front. I had an amazing time working with my uncle.

But he left me on a stormy night. He was the father figure I had in my life. But he was killed. The night he died, he stole information about something. He left me a key to his lawyer in case he died. A key with the deadly nightshade printed on the head bow of the key. I didn't know what it means.

After his death, I returned to my family.

They were oblivious to my uncle's death. I couldn't tell them. I made a promise I wouldn't ever tell them. I kept telling myself that but in truth, I felt like my uncle never existed and everything was back to before I met him. And that gave me comfort. I mourned his death for weeks.

Until I got a call from his lawyer.

So I informed my parents, who are doing much better now that we are financially stable, that I had to leave to the same old house keeping job which happened to pay very well even enough to support my brother to a university.

The lawyer gave me the key I mentioned, and also informing me that my uncle left me a couple missions to make a living . He gave me his contacts, his moles placed all around the world, and how to contact them and their stations. Along with all the warehouse bunkers in case I'm on a run.

So I started my job again.

I stole broke into a facility where they were hiding a cure for a very common disease.

It went to the highest bidder.

I even stole an art painting in the room of some president. They never found it.

I was even hired by the police to filtrate a highly potential drug supply gang, where I was betrayed by the forces but I escaped.

My identity is unknown. My face always changes too. How?, you may ask. Well, cosmetics helped me a lot.

(Ha....) All the works I've done. Just one last job and I could retire already. Who knew this last job would be so suffocating.