Let me tell you about a woman whose story is the bees knees. Born and raised up in Boston Massachusetts, the so called redheaded mystery has had quite thee exhilarating life span. From the age of three she knew exactly what type of woman she'd be. And here she is in the modern days getting paid to do what she's always been good at....fibbing. My oh my isn't that just superb? The lying game is a game that not just anyone can play. You gotta have the right type of credentials if you catch my drift. She's got beauty, brains, and powers that often drives the boys bananas. She's a woman of conviction so don't you dare underestimate this lovely lass for a second. She'll tear your heart out...literally.
Tick TockShe walked down these steep stairs as if cameras were violently flashing. Murderess on the loose! A headline sure to sell some substantial amount of paper. And by the grace of heaven her presence remained unnoticed or everything would have unravel prematurely. As daylight reflected off golden cream sunglasses the violet eyed enigma carelessly applied vanilla balm onto her succulent honeybee lips. She smiled an honest smile as small children playfully strolled by. "Missy?", whispered a gawky young boy, his hand hesitantly tugging on her mink fur coat. She didn't like interruptions, especially so when it interfered with daily activities. However, his innocence couldn't go along ignored.
"Yes?", she smiled from ear to ear, "What can I do for you?" In the vicinity of children her snobbish persona fades almost entirely. Some might say she's criminally insane, but everyone should know the lying game has no ending. Her facade knows no bounds. Nevertheless the quintessential bombshell caresses the shoulder of an awkward young man. "Don't be shy", she whispered quite flirtatiously, her unusual methods certainly withholding no moral code. Whilst calmly sliding her beauty enhancements into a rather exquisite purse, she noticed the lumbering boy nervously shaking. "Are you okay?", her voice carried an ounce of genuine concern.
"...Clarice?", the seemingly frazzled boy murmured her name as clear as morning sky, "...Are you Clarice Michelle?" He stood upright, his round brown eyes easily pierced through her well thought out visage. And for a second she considered vanishing. She could easily disappear without a trace, but that'd mean shafting society from her peculiar capabilities. What fun would life become if she went into reclusive hiding? Her existence would no doubt become meaningless if she didn't do something productive. "Yes...I am", she shakily pulled off Ralph Lauren sunglasses while hesitantly replying. Was this some intricate hoax or was this the fella she searched for since five in the morning? She supposes it must be the former instead of the latter. Thankfully, she is correct.
"I have the information you want...", he bluntly retorted, pressing his school notebook against her beating chest. "Is this everything?", she instinctively questioned, her apparent need for information evident. She licked her lips enticingly as she carefully flipped open the handwritten notepad. Her current life's objective cozily lay atop her glove covered palms. Everything she wished for had come true. A sinister smile stitched onto a face so flawless. "T-This w-was every bit of data we obtained on the Knightfall family", his voice uttered like a rehearsed monologue. For the first time in a while she felt a sense of euphoria. It was plain to see her malicious motivations. Her dreams on the cusp of becoming tangible reality. "Thank you!", she happily exclaimed, and though she was primed to depart this boy still tugged.
"May I ask why you went through so many troubles...", he swallowed his own saliva worryingly, "...for this book?" She liked his growing bravado. It was something to wholeheartedly admire. In time he'd make a strong man with an even stronger backbone. Maybe in the future she'd have the pleasure of working by his side. Until than she'll willingly converse. "I'm going to ruin the Knightfalls", she giggly responded. Too all appearances she is a gorgeous gal whose intentions seem misplaced. However, no one really knows the horrors she's faced because of Jayden Knightfall. And for his transgressions those children will pay dearly. In time she'll obtain that sweet revenge, but for now she'll have to leave this boy to his own devices. And so she slid on her crispy clean sunglasses, licked her vanilla flavored lips, and attached headphones to her reddened ears. Her name is Clarice Michelle and her story has only just begun.