Chapter 1: Today is a great day to kill

"Come inside, Miss," said the middle-aged woman who had opened the door and led her into the living room. The interior of the house was breathtakingly lovely. Every decoration was unquestionably pricey. She held her bag tighter, trying to feel the little semiautomatic 45 handgun filled with an 8-round magazine inside.

"Wait here," the lady said, motioning to a couch before departing from the living room. Her heart started to pound erratically. In just a few minutes, her promised vengeance will be realized. She had spent a long time preparing for this day. And she will exact her vengeance at this moment. 

She studied how to use firearms for months. The enemy must be killed with just one or two bullets. 

And today is an excellent day for murder. Justice must be served.

She waited for another few minutes, and with each passing minute, her heart raced to a level of excitement she'd never felt before. She's going to murder a man, a famous man, and this will be the top story in all broadcasting organizations, radio, and television stations. And she would face one of the most contentious trials in history. And they would plaster her face all over the front page. But she completely prepared her statements.

Her gaze wandered across the room, eventually settling on a large picture on the wall depicting a happy family: a father, a mother, and a boy of approximately twelve years of age. And Angela was certain that the boy was Leonardo Vera, the sole heir to the Vera Corporation. She thought the boy's bright blue eyes matched the man he was about to murder.

Then, footsteps reverberated in, and a lovely middle-aged woman in a white gown approached, smiling and accommodating.

"Hello... You're Angela, right? "My name is Minerva, Minerva Vera," she said, excitedly extending her hand for a handshake. The woman's warm greetings took Angela aback.

"My name is Angela Brinson, the applicant."

"May I read your resume?" Mrs. Vera inquired.

Angela cautiously drew her résumé from her bag, taking care not to show her weapon.

Mrs. Vera calmly read the résumé while Angela looked at the family painting on the wall again; it was Mrs. Vera who was in the painting in her younger years.

"You're hired," Mrs. Vera said simply.

What she heard from Mrs. Vera was like a bomb exploding. Mrs. Vera had just glanced at the resume for a few seconds and then hired her. Wow. They’re very desperate to hire a nurse. 

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Vera. I'm so glad you hired me. "

"I need someone to take care of my son, so you can start working right now."

"Now?" Rakiza was stunned.

"Yes, is there a problem?" Mrs. Vera smiled.

Angela smiled and said, "Okay, I can start now, but the only problem is that I don't have any clothes."

"No problem." Mrs. Vera cut in softly. "You can get your belongings and then come back."

Angela was shocked by the fast pace of events.

"But before you leave, you have to see my son," Mrs. Vera said, calling her assistant, Mrs. Gale.

Angela was already tense due to the rapidity of events. She can easily shoot the enemy and flee. She was looking for an exit. On her right was the kitchen, with no separation from the living room. It was large and had a door that was most likely an exit to the back.

"What do you need, Mrs. Vera?" The same maid approached.

"Take Miss Brinson to Leo’s room," Mrs. Vera instructed. "I want you to introduce her to my son." Mrs. Vera turned to Angela and said, "Miss Brinson, this is Mrs. Gale."

"Come with me." Mrs. Gale said.

"Excuse us, Mrs. Vera." Angela then ran after the maid, and her hands were trembling.

They were walking in line in a long, dark lobby, passing by several doors until coming to a halt near the last one. Angela held her bag and felt the gun again, opening the zipper to be ready. Her target was inside the room they were going to enter.

The maid knocked twice on the door, but something hit the interior wall. Someone from the inside was throwing something on the wall.

"Perhaps you should quit now." Mrs. Gale suggested.

Angela scowled at her words. "No, I needed this job, and I wanted to see him."

The maid took a long breath and knocked again, saying in projection, "You need to meet someone, Leo."

"Get away!" yelled the man from inside.

"We'll go in Leo," the maid replied, "I have someone with me to introduce you to."

"I told you to leave!"

The maid suddenly opened the door, but something hit the wall again. She then quickly shut the door. As she leaned against the wall, her hands trembled. "You still have time to leave, Miss Brinson," she said to Angela.

Angela's blood rose in anger, and she flung open the door, only to be met by a glass that had hit her in the head and made her fall down on the floor.

The maid screamed in disbelief. "Are you okay, Miss Brinson?" she asked, pushing Angela away from the door and closing it.

Angela's vision was becoming blurry. Only the maid's screams, woes, and man's curses filled the air. She then passed out briefly and awoke, still hearing the angry man's voice.

He was screaming and cursing.

Angela opened her eyes, stood up, and touched her brow for blood, but it was still dry, so she was lucky; he missed the fatal part of her head.

"Are you okay, miss?" the maid inquired, concerned.

"I'm fine," Angela said, firmly turning her attention back to the man inside. She slowly moved, drew some strength, and pushed the door open. And she saw a man in the room's corner holding an empty tray of food and flinging it in her direction. The tray went over her head, splattering on the wall, and she remained standing near the door. She was furious.

"Get out! Everyone! " The man was growling and staring down the floor, not at her. "I told you I don't need help, son of a bitch!" 

"You needed someone to look after you, Leo," the maid insisted, her voice concerned. "You know how much your mother loves you? This is for your benefit. "

"I don't deserve your care, Mrs. Gale!" He hissed adding, "I'm useless right now, and I'm going to die soon! If you want to help, please give me my gun! Alternatively, shoot me in the head! "

Angela's ears perked up. Did he want to die? And her voice was raised. "You wanted to die?"

He was staring at the wall now and sniffed, "Who's with you, Mrs. Gale?" He turned his head only to stop at the window, not at the door where she and the maid stood. And then he screamed, "Answer me, Mrs. Gale!"

Mrs. Gale jolted, "Your new nurse is here, Leo, to take care of you," Mrs. Gale said, her hands trembling.

"I don't need a nurse! Just give me my gun, and I'll shoot myself to relieve all of you from my burdens. "

"Are you really blind?" Angela asked, agitated.

The man in the corner resembled a man who had no hope in life. His unkempt hair was long, and his beard nearly covered his entire jaw. He was dressed in a dirty white t-shirt and black pants. The man in front of Angela was no longer the man in the picture of the criminal she carried, who was so attractive. What she saw was a sick, blind man.

The man moved his head, trying to locate the speaker with his ear. "Whoever you are, get out."

Angela was stunned by the unexpected reality she had discovered. She was about to kill a blind man. It filled her with confusion as she stared at him. And it would be simple for her to shoot and kill him.

"Or kill me," he gritted, and announced, "Whoever can kill me will receive a reward. Or just give me a pill. "

"Oh my God, Leo, suicide is an unforgivable sin in God's eyes." Mrs. Gale tried to preach to him, "You will rot in hell with that."

"There is no God, Mrs. Gale, because if God truly existed, he would never allow this to happen to me!"

"The wicked one should be punished!" Angela yelled, "Maybe your eyes have become the window to all your sins, and that it should be blind to punish you!"

"Who are you to talk to me like that?" Leonardo scowled.

"I'm Angela, your new nurse," Angela stated firmly.

"My new nurse?" Leo remarked sarcastically.

 "How many nurses has my mother hired, Mrs. Gale?"

Mrs. Gale politely replied, "Angela would be the eighth nurse, Leo."

"See, you're the eighth nurse, and you're fired!" Leo hissed.

"Yes, I'm the eighth, and you can't fire me," Angela said calmly, adding, "Your mother is my boss, Mr. Vera. She hired me, which means she is the only one who can fire me. Is that clear? "

"You... you son of a bitch!" He yelled.

"My name is Angela Brinson, not Bitch, and I am your new nurse, whether you like it or not."

Angela's eyes were blazing with fire.