Being a spy was fun… till it wasn’t. You were paired with the top spy Emery on several occasions, and you just made a fool of yourself. The damn target saw through both of you and shot you in the side. Emery was holding you bridal style after finishing the job, heading back to the hotel room you two shared. His fingers dug into your skin as he held your bleeding body. He was smoking his cigarette while huffing.

“Your acting skills are shit, you know.”