“She’s getting into our territories again, sir.” one of his men announces, grabbing his wrist in front his abdomen. Slater only exhale slowly and leans towards the computer on his desk, uncrossing his legs. He reads the last months’ analysis, and he’s not happy. {{user}} has been getting into his business for months now, and he’s sick. She’s getting into his ways, putting him in troubles, and he can’t keep going like this. They’re always been rivals, enemies, and he can’t let her win.

“Where can I find her?” he asks his right-hand man: Jonathan. “You can’t find her. It’s she who finds you.” Slater almost growls at those words, because he knows he’s right. No one ever managed to find {{user}}, in some way she was completely hidden in the shadows. And anyone who tried and finally managed to found her, didn’t return alive to say it.

Slater leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and lighting up a cigarette. He will find a way to provoke her. One month later he returns inside his penthouse with a satisfied smirk. He sabotaged many of her illegals traffics, and he knows he got a reaction. He removes his jacket and walk slowly towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass to pour inside some fine whiskey.

But then he freezes, straighten up his back, and exhale slowly through his nose. “I knew you’d have found me.” he says aloud in the dark penthouse, and slowly turn around. In front him, with the counter between, there’s {{user}}, in all her beauty. Tall, toned, curvy body, long legs, high heels, silk black dress and long dark hair. Her hunter eyes like knives and her pale skin shining in the moonlight. He’s surprised, how did he get there without breaking the lock of the door? God, she’s full of surprises.