At the sa ti, in another place...
"Chairman, I just received a call. The assassin is ready and had actually already arrived in Harrisburg."
Damian, sitting in his office chair in the high-rise glass office, listened quietly to Brian, his assistant. But, despite all the preparation, he couldn't shake the feeling that sothing still felt lacking.
So, in the end, after taking a mont to gather his thoughts, and while keeping his composure, knowing the situation was already quite serious, and he had to be careful. As, if Eva ever beca too reckless, it could cost him his head.
In a cold, nacing voice, he finally spoke.
"What about the previous assassin? Are you still unable to contact him or determine his current situation? At least if he's alive?"
"Unfortunately, I was unable to get any kind of lead regarding him."
"Tracking his phone, we know that he got away from the target's house, but after, he left the city, we lost the signal."
"Most importantly, even though I found out that Mistress Eva had also gone discreetly that night, that was all we could uncover, even with all our people there."
"But… it's presud he's already dead."
Damian tried not to flare up upon hearing the sa report he had already heard more than a few tis. He really tried hard, as even though he was holding the glass ashtray tightly in his hand, he didn't throw it. Still, he couldn't help but shout, letting out a string of curses to relieve the stress.
And finally, after so ti, when he seed to have cald, he spoke again, his voice still tinged with frustration.
"How confident are you this ti that the assassin will succeed?"
The assistant, who didn't seem to mind the insults, replied without missing a beat.
"More than 90% sure it will succeed!"
"After all, even last ti, aside from the maid, Mistress Eva didn't bring anyone with her."
Hearing his confident tone, Damian beca even more pissed and agitated, shouting once again.
"That's the problem, you fucker!"
"Since when did that wench start taking matters like this into her own hands?"
"If she had just sent her maid and so guards, or anyone, that would have been fine."
"But do you know what it ans that she went on her own?"
Seeing his idiot assistant, whom he had thought was competent enough, act like this, Damian, for the first ti, wasn't sure if he should continue down this path or if it was really the right choice. As, despite everything, despite his desire to make her his own, she was still a scary woman, after all.
More than ever, now, even if the assassination succeeded, he wouldn't be able to feel completely relieved.
'So, should I wait for things to calm down and ask for so help?'
While the thought occurred to Damian, even if briefly, his pride still wouldn't allow it.
So, feeling even more anger at the situation, and even more at Eva, who had refused him but was now chasing after so boy, wet behind the ears, Damian finally snapped. His wounded pride made his frustration reach a boiling point, and with a furious growl, he said, "Make sure you bring his head to ."
"Do you understand?"
'Do you have a misunderstanding that we're living in so kind of historical drama?' the assistant thought, sarcasm thick in his mind.
'Like really, what do you an by fucking head? A literal one?'
'Really?'
Despite his inner grumbling and curses that followed, the assistant managed to force a smile and did his best to reassure his boss.
"Don't worry, there is no possibility of failure this ti."
"After all, unlike the previous ti, where the assassin was asked to make it seem like a robbery attempt…"
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"This ti, it's just killing, even using firearms, and with soone a lot more professional at that."
"So, it's clearly a guaranteed case!"
Against Brian's claim, Damian didn't seem to be reassured and was still frowning.
In the end, knowing that he couldn't back down, no, he wouldn't back down, he said,
"90% is not enough. Tell him he needs to wait for the perfect chance. If he feels even slightly that his skills alone aren't adequate, retreat imdiately and ask for help."
"I don't think there will be another chance. If we don't succeed this ti, after all..."
'At least, not in the short term.'
"So, don't fucking ruin it."
"Do you understand?"
Brian, maintaining his reassured smile, replied in a confident tone, all while still cursing inwardly.
"Don't worry, Chairman. I'll tell the assassin exactly what you ordered!"
Damian's weathered face shifted slightly as he heard Brian, his assistant. In the end, he just muttered.
"It better be."
"It really better be worth it."
…
"So, it's a guaranteed success?"
Christian couldn't help but ask in a ridiculing manner after hearing Damian's conversation.
[Apparently.]
Still, knowing that the assassin this ti would even use firearms, he knew he couldn't afford to be careless. So, after tapping at the desk for a mont, he asked,
"Have you been able to determine the assassin's location for now?"
[Yes. But it's still quite far and not moving. Moreover, it seems she won't make a move before midnight.]
Christian started pondering whether he should wait until midnight, and she ca to him or make a move on her imdiately. But then, sothing suddenly grabbed his attention.
"Wait, she? Is the assassin not a man this ti?"
[No, it's a woman, a young one at that.]
Christian couldn't help but pause at the confirmation. But more than underestimating her because she was a woman, he was more intrigued by the fact that despite being a woman, she was even more professional and stronger than the previous assassin.
It wasn't about the notion that won were physically weaker than n either; it was about how soone like her could be more skilled, when essence technique were not involved.
Even then, he didn't plan to spare her. Her fate had been sealed the mont she chose to go against him, after all.
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