Candle quietly slipped into the room and spied a briefcase sitting on top of a desk. She was wearing a tight black top and black leggings with black pumps. She slid the black pumps off her bare feet. Candle looked through drawers of the desk and the briefcase but couldn't find exactly what she was looking for. Her informant had never let her down before. Candle was still searching the room when a big tall man with a black stocking on his head came barreling at her. He grabbed her by the waist and the two started to struggle.
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