Anastasia pulled up in front of Jane's apartment, the morning sunlight casting a warm glow on the quiet street. She adjusted her tailored navy blue suit, the fabric smooth beneath her fingers. Her artificial muscular broadened shoulders filled out the jacket, complemented by a crisp white dress shirt and slim dark gray tie. A classic silver-toned watch adorned her wrist, its ticking sound reassuring.
A well-groomed mustache framed her upper lip, adding masculinity. Her hair was styled in a short, neat cut, parted to the side. Brown eyeshadow shaded her eyes, giving her an authoritative air.
Anastasia approached Jane's door, the wooden surface cool to the touch and then knocked twice, the sound echoing through the stillness.
The door creaked open, and Jane's sleepy face appeared, her messy hair framing her pale skin.
"Good morning, miss," Anastasia greeted in her disguised voice, its smooth, husky tone convincing. Her gaze fell on Jane who was still in her pajamas.
