PAYDAY-Fans

Wednesday, April 13. Dublin-Los Angeles flight, 5:14 p.m. "Would you like some more champagne ma'am?" asked the smiling stewardess. "No. Your champagne is of poor quality for first-class travel," replied the long-haired black woman hastily, who continued to stare out the porthole of the Airbus A330. In over ten hours of flying, she had not spoken to anyone or even given the cabin crew a glance. She had managed to sleep for five hours straight: in the other hours, her mind had analytically analyzed everything that had happened in the past 15 days. The death of her mentor, and the new clients to meet in California. The last few weeks had been tiring, too much so. She got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up and redo her makeup: it was only an hour before landing at Los Angeles International Airport. Despite the jet lag, she felt in good shape. Above all, she felt excited about her new job contract: her new clients had been impressed by her professionalism and her many successes.

In an apartment at El Segundo (Los Angeles), 7:31 p.m. The girl in the “All Eyes on You” baseball cap borrowed the ID badge of the man who had kindly offered it to her. It was the last thing he gave her: she fired two hollow-point bullets into his skull with her silenced magnum. Then she pointed the gun at his wife who she had subtly used as a bargaining tool. A quick blow to the woman's temple and her body collapsed onto the now bloodied kitchen table. Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills, 8,38 p.m. “What a beautiful mansion, what a wonderful view...you are a successful man....” said a smiling Nina. “Yes, I'm a man to be married! Now I can confess it to you: I will be the star of the next edition of tv show The Bachelor!”, he replied with a laugh. He accompanied her upstairs by private elevator to one of the luxurious guest rooms with a breathtaking view of the City of Angels. “This was the last suitcase. Did you bring all your leather clothes and high heel boots collection from