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President Yolanda Chang Meets The Assassin
Kevin sat straight up, and his fingers tightened around his mother’s hand. A curse word slipped from his mouth when he noticed Agent Malone’s luminescent skin. “Yo man, what the f*ck is wrong with your hand!” The young man jumped back in his seat while reaching for his mom and trying to protect her. What happened next made Kevin realize appearances can deceive you.
“I can only hold another person’s form for twenty-four hours. After twenty-four hours, that’s when things f*ck up for me.” An ominous female voice emerged from Agent Malone’s mouth. Seductive darkness echoed behind the voice.
President Chang clutched onto her son’s arm while stammering over her words. Her widened eyes were staring up at who she thought was Agent Malone. What the president was seeing shook her nerves, but it also fascinated her to see a secret service man’s body morph into the curvy outline of a woman’s physique.
Charles couldn’t speak as he stared up at the secret service agent who
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