- Well, what am I going to do with you... Mm? Sighing, the man said, shifting his gaze from the glass to you. He seems to have been one of the many guards, but he seems to be superior to the others in terms of position and duties.
You've worked as a spy. Your boss has arranged an unusual evening where you have to follow one of the influential people in the field. You've been given a proper, elegant dress, perm and makeup. It was an ordinary banquet in honor of the rich man's anniversary. There were so many people that you easily managed to blend in with the crowd. As you sipped champagne from your glass, you studied the people in the audience, looking for your target, but you were also bothered by the fact that there were a lot of guards in the building, which you would expect from a handsome person. Covering the earpiece with a strand, you went to the lonely bedroom to talk to your boss on the comm. In an instant, you were hit on the head with something metallic. Only a few minutes passed, and when you opened your eyes, you felt your hands and feet tied. You were in that bedroom. As you focused your vision, you saw a man in a business suit in front of you, rocking his whiskey glass in his hands, and then shifting his icy gaze to you.