บท 13: CHAPTER 13: EAT SLOWLY
His mind was burdened with the weight of the problem his company faced even before the assassination. Losing billions of dollars from their company's account was a major problem. Draymond had his suspicions about certain individuals, but without solid proof, he was at a standstill.
On his left, Grandma Martha calmly continued eating her bread, her eyes studying him as she nodded in response to his words.
Sitting across from him, Zarina leaned in with a teasing grin, interrupting his troubled thoughts. "Thinking or overthinking?" she playfully said, wrenching his mind back to reality.
Draymond looked towards Zarina and smiled weakly. "Maybe a bit of both. I'm just wondering who is the girl who came into my room and slept next to me," he teased, looking into Zarina's eyes.
Zarina blushed instantly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief, and irritation was visible. Internally, she seethed, 'Ugh! I can't believe this arrogant man! I won't help you anymore when you need someone to comfort you. You're shameless!'
Struggling to conceal her annoyance, she picked up a spoonful of bacon and began eating, forcing herself to focus on her plate.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Only the clinking sound of spoons and plates filled the dining room.
Then, Grandma broke the silence, her laughter filling the room. "Ha ha! Is that so? Maybe it was just a dream, honey. And Zarina, where did you sleep last night?" Grandma asked, taking a sip of her milk.
Zarina suddenly choked, the bacon stuck in her throat.
"Cough, cough, cough," she gasped, desperately reaching for her milk and gulping it down.
"Eat slowly, Zarina. We aren't having an eating contest here. Eat like a lady, will you?" Grandma scolded her gently.
Zarina wiped her mouth with a napkin and said, "Uh, well. I…I slept in the living room last night. I... I was busy creating my designs, and I fell asleep there," she lied, shooting Draymond a deadly look.
"Liar," Draymond whispered to Zarina, his voice barely audible.
The heavy tension filled between them after Draymond spat the word, their eyes locked with each other.
Grandma Martha felt the tension, her gaze shifting between them.
'Why do these two always seem at odds every time they meet?' she wondered.
Grandma Martha quickly lightened the mood, saying, "Well then, let's enjoy our meal together. Although, it seems the hamster has already had a lot of bacon," she joked, casting a playful glance at Zarina.
Zarina pouted in response to Grandma's joke but continued eating her food.
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In a dimly lit corner of the street, a man in a black hooded jacket casually tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the wet pavement. A wry grin curled on his lips.
He moved away from the dimly lit street corner, his footsteps echoing in the pouring rain, driven by the eagerness to find the person he was assigned to investigate: Simon Roswell.
His sharp eyes darted across the bustling street, patiently searching for his target. The rain poured heavily, turning the bustling streets into a sea of umbrellas as people hurriedly sought shelter.
He narrowed his gaze, squinting against the raindrops, until his eyes finally fell on the coffee shop where Simon was seated, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Gotcha," he murmured under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed his boss's number. With a final puff of his cigarette, he flicked the butt away just before his boss picked up the call.
"Boss, the mission's a success. I can conclude Draymond is gone. We've been tracking his friends and secretary for weeks. They seem desperate, searching for someone they'll never find," he reported to the mysterious man over the phone, his voice cold and rough.
"Hmm, great!" A short answer came from his mysterious boss.
"Disappear without a trace," the man added swiftly before hanging the call.
Hearing the busy tone from the other end, Dark pulled away the phone from his ear and looked into the blank screen. Soon after, he slid his phone into his pocket.
The mysterious boss made him ponder briefly. He only made a few conversations with him and no other information except for the intense anger that this mysterious boss harbored toward a man named Draymond Martinez.
Agent Red had assigned this mission to him, promising a large amount of money in exchange for his services.
Agent Red leads their organization, a group of serial killers and assassins whose hands are stained with the blood of both innocent people and criminals. Their clients aren't from the lower class; they are politicians, billionaires, and others with nefarious intentions. These clients are willing to pay a hefty price for the ultimate sin: murder.
In their organization, Red is a cold ruler. They only know him as a ruthless and emotionless man, making him the most dangerous person they have ever known.
Moreover, Agent Red viewed killing as a way to earn money, not a sin. He hid his true identity behind the ominous codename "Red." This choice of name wasn't a coincidence; it mirrored his unsettling obsession with blood.
However, there was more to Agent Red than shown on the surface. He was an impassive man, devoid of visible emotion, regardless of the circumstances.
Even when faced with dire situations, or even if he was stabbed, shot, or teetering on the verge of death, his stoic facade remained unbroken. Emotion was a luxury he could not afford.
Dark used to think Agent Red was the most dangerous person he'd ever met. But Dark's perspective shifted when Agent Red mentioned an even scarier client for their new project.
Talking to this mysterious client over the phone gave him an eerie feeling. His last order to disappear without a trace was a clear threat.
However, Dark was skilled at concealing his true identity, known only by his codename. This codename wasn't a coincidence; it reflected his obsession with darkness.
Dark had found comfort in the shadows due to his life's hardships. Living in the darkness became his sanctuary, a place where he felt safe from the world's harsh realities.
Humans were the most dangerous creatures to him, and hiding in darkness was a better choice.
Regardless of your cautious actions, people can hurt you with their words and judgment. They can bring you down even when you're doing your best, mock your challenges, and target you for being different.
Dark began to despise people.
Dark was about to cross the street when his phone rang once more. He hurriedly pulled it from his pocket, and seeing his client's name on the screen, he promptly answered the call.
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