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She was dressed as a brunette now.

As difficult as this undertaking had been so far, she found that switching wig colors each time allowed her to embrace her responsibilities more easily. Each new hair color afforded her the chance to change personas as well.

Of course this time the light brown wig wasn’t so much for show as it was for security. With increased awareness of her recent ‘activities,’ she feared that Robert Chandler, the next man on her list, would be hyper-cautious and not allow some random chick onto his yacht. The chances that he’d believe a cover story with her as a hapless gal drifting on the water or as a seductress who really wanted to hook up with him were minimal at this point.

But that was okay. She had no intention of trying to trick Chandler. Rather, this time around, she planned to use a more straightforward approach. She would board his boat under the cover of darkness.

The wig was just a precaution in case Chandler wasn't alone or had security cameras onboard. This way, she could still protect her identity to a degree. It might not even be necessary, as she would be decked out in a wetsuit that would cover everything but her face. But she didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, as this man was not the last on her list.

All her preparation had led to this moment. She had worked with a personal trainer to sculpt her body into the most appealingly curvy possible version of herself. She had paid a professional Hollywood makeup artist to teach her how to best maximize her facial assets in order to better woo her targets.

And most importantly, she'd become an even stronger swimmer. She'd been on the team in high school, but this was different. It was one thing to race in the 400-meter freestyle at a local meet. For this mission, she needed to be able to swim as much as two miles out in open, potentially choppy water, and then return after her task was completed.

That was why she’d swum almost every day in the leadup to this endeavor, almost always in the ocean. She could do five miles in heavy waves without feeling overtaxed. She was sure she could handle the calm waters that she’d face tonight.

She checked her watch. It had an app that allowed her to monitor the tracker she’d already surreptitiously placed on Chandler’s boat. The vessel was still where it had been for the last half hour. She knew exactly where to go.

So far, all the hard work and training of the last six months had paid off. She wasn’t about to let justice slip through her fingers now. Some might call it vengeance. But not her. A debt had to be paid. And it would be paid in blood.