<span style="color: #00FF00">After finishing off a six-pack of Smirnoff, Ray decided it was time to really begin her day. Collecting herself, she jumped into the shower, washing away the feelings that kept rising in her throat. As much as she couldnâ€™t stand her ex, she still loved him, still wanted him, but at the same time wondered what the hell was wrong with her. Walking through her apartment with only a towel on, she looked around for her makeup bag, and stopped in front of her 6 foot tall mirror. Being 5â€™5â€ often caused to her to be the butt of many short jokes, but she was comfortable enough with it. She often joked that her height meant she never had to wear knee pads. That was just like her though, to deflect a flaw or feeling by making a joke, and in doing so never letting anyone too close. She looked up and down in the mirror. She was ordinary in height, weight, and appearance. Except for her shocking red hair and bright green eyes, she was abysmally average. Most people would hate it, but in all honesty she preferred it. She always knew she stood out regardless, mostly because of her personality, but she secretly hated that she stood out at all. More than often she wished she could just fade into the background.<br/>Suddenly, her cell phone went off breaking her from her analysis of her physical form. She rushed to it, and saw it was her boss. She answered quickly and nodded her head as he told her what was going on for the day. Hanging up, she sighed. Ray worked with one of the most powerful men in Flint, a man who had two sides. One side was the entrepreneur, the wealthy business man who donated to charities and helped people. The other side was the ruthless drug dealer, the man who corrupted the street from behind a veil of mystery. Only very few, important people knew he was really the big man in the game, and he planned on keeping it that way. As he had always said, â€œAnyone can run a business, but sometime in their lives theyâ€™ll find themselves in a position, be legit or be true. I chose to be true.â€ She often frowned upon his choices, but because he was not only one of her oldest friends, but her first lover, she cared deeply for him and decided her best position would be to work with him. It wasnâ€™t all bad work, either. She shied away from the drug based part of work, and dealt more with his business and him in general. That was a task on its own, but it offered some pretty decent benefits. She had been able to buy her first vehicle, a black 2006 Jeep Wrangler, at the age of 16 and had it customized to the maximum. She had her own apartment, which it was a pretty decent place to begin with, and many other perks came along with it. There was always bad to go with the good though, but she overall enjoyed her work. Matt, her boss, had called to tell her to check her email for a list of errands to run today, and she hesitated before going to her computer to log on. The list was pretty long, but she knew where everything was and how to deal with everyone on the list. She printed it out, collected her purse and keys, and left hoping no one would notice the bruises underneath the makeup.</span>