Knock!!!
Knock!!
I ignored the first one, the silence that followed afterwards giving hope that whatever evil being was behind the door had left. But then...
Bam!!
Bam!!
Bam!!
I wasn’t a heavy sleeper to begin with, so with this, I cracked an eye open.
"What!!" I cried from the comfort of my bed, pulling the blanket closer around .
"Open the door."
"I’m busy, go away."
"Marcus, open this door!!"
"Why did I agree to co on this mission again?" I asked myself, and imdiately the answer ca, my face twisting into a frown.
Yesterday, through an unexpected turn of events, I saw her. But then she had once more disappeared, and I found myself having nightmares concerning her throughout my short sleep last night.
I pulled the thick, warm covering closer to , but a mix of the sound at the door and the thought of my missing sugar baby had my eyes unable to close. Soon, I was out of my bed and at the door.
"Since when did she beco so noisy?" I wondered.
"Didn’t get much sleep last night?" Isolde questioned as I opened the door and began walking away.
I waved my hand, not wanting to complicate things.
"Being an annoyance isn’t your style. What’s the matter?"
Like she had just rembered that she’d been on the verge of breaking my door, Isolde’s eyes widened, and she quickly walked toward .
"I don’t have much ti," she said, taking a seat beside and digging a hand into her bag.
By so uncanny coincidence, Ninja Momma’s choice of seating spot put us in the sa position as I and a naughty priestess last night. My mind was straying to the activities we had engaged in then, when the black-haired woman beside waved a picture in my face.
"What’s this?" I questioned, taking the hard paper.
"Our new lead."
The photo in my hand was that of a woman. She had just been about to step into a car when it was taken.
"Our target?"
"No, she’s a troubleso variable," Ninja Momma was vague.
"If you keep at this, the kind of relationship you want us to have will never co to fruition," I said, but like she didn’t hear , Ninja Momma continued.
"There’s a very high chance she’s related to our main mission. But even if that’s not the case, she’s soone we want to keep an eye on. When you spot her, alert imdiately."
"Sure..."
Sohow, Isolde and I ended up looking at each other after I said these words, silence and an unidentified tension built up.
"It’s surprising how far we’ve co in just these few months. Rember how we t?"
"Yes."
Isolde’s right hand moved up and stroked my cheek as she spoke. Her hands then went to my head, her fingers sifting through my hair, and when I answered, she stood to her feet.
"Enjoy your day, Marcus."
For today, Isolde dressed more casually. She had on a plain black skirt and a blue top. She let her hair fall but went very light on makeup.
Watching her depart, a nice feminine sway to her waist, I thought about how intensely surrounded I was by won. Then I thought back to the image the woman had shown .
"Where have I seen that woman?"
This question gnawed at my brain.
This wasn’t the first ti I had failed to imdiately identify soone I had co across, but it was the first ti the feeling of recognition was so strong. I felt that whoever the woman was, I should never have forgotten her, and this made quite worried.
Falling back on the bed, my head turned left and my sight landed on the clock.
Shit!!
.......
As you all know, the story of eting Prisca the previous day had all been a sham a lie, bullshit, whatever you wanted to na it. My yesterday had instead been spent getting schooled on the aning of power and fucking my benefactor’s stepdaughter.
One thing we should get clear, though, is that I hadn’t lied about having an appointnt with France’s most trending fashion designer. She wasn’t a goddess in the big league, but among the upcoming talent, she stood at the top.
Stepping out in front of the over 40-story building where the eting was to be held, I paid the cab driver and made my way forward.
Stepping into the building at the lobby, I caught sight of a few reporters, so adjusting their caras, others making calls. I turned around, looking for the elevator, and was approached by a staff mber of the building.
"How may I help you, sir?" A man in white and black walked up and asked.
"I’m looking to get to the 23rd floor. I have an appointnt with Madam Prisca."
Maybe ntioning the Madam was not the smartest thing to do, as the man had turned cautious and needed to confirm with the designer’s assistant before I was let up.
When the elevator door parted open, waiting for was a very cute female wearing a unique secretary dress.
"You’re late, co quickly."
Out of nowhere, a hand ca and grabbed onto mine, pulling before I could step out of the elevator.
"She’s going to be a little bit harsh, but don’t think much of it. You’ll be making a bad first impression, but do your best. I’ll talk to her after this and put in very good words for you."
I was confused by the rapid words that ca my way and could only watch as the smaller woman brought before a door and turned to .
She touched the collar of my shirt, adjusting my tie, and then, smiling slightly, patted my cheeks.
"You’re cute." I blinked, and the next instant found myself being pushed into the room.
The room was long. There was a long rectangular table in its center, and on both its sides sat a mix of n and won. At the other end was a very beautiful and flashy woman.
"This is Marcus Lawson, Madam. He had a small accident on his way here and was late."
The cute lady was very much in my good books, while her boss, who sneered, displeased .
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