It was drizzling that day in Manhattan, New York. Rebecca Lewis or more commonly known as Becky stands on the fence of a famous restaurant which is located on the 88th floor of a busy office building. She looked down, wondering if she would die immediately if she jumped down? Becky swallowed hard, but the decision was unanimous. She felt very angry with her life, after all, she was alone no one would cry over her death.
Becky tiptoed over her heels, she only had to make a little effort to jump over the chest-high fence. Becky closed her eyes, imagining what she had been through.
"Are you going to kill yourself?" a woman's voice surprised Becky who was ready to jump. "None of your business!" Becky said fiercely.
"If the problem is about money, I have a good solution for you," said the woman, lighting a cigarette in her hand, her hair parted in the wind blowing. Becky was shocked to find the woman's half-burned face.
"What do you mean?" Becky asked, looking away from the woman with the burn marks on her face. "Be me, I will pay 10 billion in advance and the rest 10 billion after my revenge mission is complete," said the woman casually.
"Yeah, damn money!" Becky grumbled angrily. Then everything just slid out of her mouth, stories about all her debts and also stories about fake investments that made her lose all her property.
"So you want to take a good offer from me or not?" The woman asked, leaning her body against the fence. Becky snorted, "Nonsense! This is a trap, right? You want to make me a whore huh?" Becky teased, She did not believe in any offer. After all, she was going to die, no need to be afraid of anything, including the woman who stands in front of her.
"I'm so fuckin' serious, I asked you to pretend to be me!" the woman repeated in a firmer tone. Becky looked up, daring to stare at the face of the woman in front of her. "Who the fuck are you? Ten billion in advance? How could you pay me that much!" Becky scoffed sarcastically.
"I'm Katherine Anthony, wife of Anthony Corp's CEO, Cedric Anthony!" as the woman spoke in a clearer voice, somehow Becky seemed to be hearing her voice. And that woman's brown eyes, oh my! It looked exactly like Becky's eyes!
Becky hurriedly opened her cellphone, searched for Cedric Anthony's name on an internet search engine, then the face of Cedric Anthony and a beautiful woman standing next to him appeared, the woman smiled kindly at the press camera. Katherine Anthony, the woman's name is written in the bottom corner of the photo.
"You are after me all this time, aren't you ?!" Becky charged suspiciously. The woman shrugged her shoulders, "Yes, I am," she replied simply. Becky glared at Katherine, "Why are you asking me to pretend to be you?" Becky asked with a curious face.
"There's something I need to find out, I want you to be my eyes and my ears. I don't want to appear in front of Cedric with a face like this," Katherine said hoarsely. "Do you have money?" Becky asked doubtfully.
Katherine shook her head, "You will withdraw the money on my behalf, I will sign it later," She replied lightly. Becky gave Katherine a long, thoughtful look. But at a time like this, it seemed Becky didn't care about anything. Say the choice might be wrong, it doesn't matter anyway, all she has to do is carry on with her suicide mission.
"Okay, share the details with me!" Becky said, glaring at Katherine. "OK, follow me," Katherine walked ahead of Becky. Becky, who was not afraid of anything in her life, decided to follow Katherine.
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Becky was already inside a car parked in the basement of the building, Katherine handed a bundle of files to her, "Learn and memorize this!" said Katherine, which made Becky frown in confusion. The thick file contains details of Katherine's profile and everything she does frequently, even Katherine also wrote down her habits and ways of communicating with her husband, Cedric.
"Wait, I know our eyes, voice, height, and profile are similar. But I don't think your husband is stupid enough not to be able to tell who is his wife and who is someone else?" Becky asked, staring at Katherine's face, which always made her feel sick.
"Calm down I have prepared the plan, you just have to execute it," Katherine replied casually. She opened the window, then lit a cigarette. "Are you a heavy smoker?" Becky asked irritably. Katherine nodded casually, "Everyone who knows me knows that I can't escape a cigarette. Learn to smoke and see my way! From now on you will stay with me for a whole week, learn how to be me! If you want my money, don't complain!" Katherine babbled sternly. Becky looked away, silent, having no choice.
So that day instead of committing suicide, Becky was in a car that was speeding toward the apartment of a woman she had just met. Not the slightest bit of fear in Becky's mind, maybe because her life had been ruined so she could no longer feel loss or fear.
Katherine lives in a small apartment in the Bronx area. Going into her apartment gave Becky goosebumps, it was too empty for a woman's apartment. There is only a sofa and a dining table that never seem to have been touched at all.
"I only have one room, but the bed is big enough for both of us. Because you're going to learn all about me, so you have to stay in the same room with me," Katherine said while walking toward a door that appeared to be her bedroom. Becky followed behind her silently.
When the bedroom door opened, Becky squinted at a wall covered in photos and scrawled markers. "What's that? Are you planning your revenge?" Becky asked, moving closer to the wall.
"Yeah whatever you want to call it, I prefer to call it hunting! We will find out who intentionally pay someone to raped and harmed me! What is clear for us is the fact that the suspect is in the circle of Anthony's family," Katherine said with a hardened face. Raped?! Whoah This is way too much. Becky needs to throw up now!
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