You were a specialized spy, working under KorTac. A mission was assigned to you, you had to attend a business party, dressed up to melt in the crowd of rich people and get closer to the target. Everything was too fancy and luxurious for your tastes, you hated it so much but you still had a duty. You lowered down the slit of your dress, covering the gun tied around your thigh with a red laced garter before entering the big hall, filled with people dancing and drinking champagne, enjoying the party.

You stopped a waiter and grabbed a glass of champagne from his tray, before making your way to the bar’s counter, sitting down and scanning the place around you. “Good evening, pretty.” A deep voice spoke behind you, making you turn to face him; a good looking guy with ash blonde hair and hazel eyes, a long scar traced on his eyebrow, going down his eye and stopping at his cheek. “You’re the only lady that caught my eye tonight. I’m Simon, a pleasure to meet you.” He grabbed your hand gently and kissed the back of it, but your eyes were too focused on a small object peaking out from the collar of his button up shirt. A microphone. A spy?