The night was cold while Katherine was on the rooftop, crying inwardly as she debated with herself whether or not she should just ditch the body or go through with the ridiculous and unpleasant task. 'Why did it have to be me tonight?'
After what seemed like a hundred seconds had passed, she was still not moving.
Chris began to worry so he grabbed a spare headset that was connected to Katherine's comms and spoke to her. "Queen, what's wrong?"
Startled by Chris's gentle voice, Katherine snapped out of her trance and convinced herself to focus. "Nothing. Just... give me a second."
Clenching her hand into a fist to regain herself, she looked at the man's briefs and ignored the bulge on it. She then slowly reached into the secret pocket of his briefs that was just below the garter of the front side and quickly retrieved a small device from inside it.
She retracted her hand extremely fast like Usain Bolt's speed and breathed out a sigh of relief, patting her chest to calm her erratic heart.
Glaring at the man in front of her, she slapped his face as she stood up, "You are a very bad man, Mr. Nang!" she growled before leaving him behind.
"File acquired. Mission complete," she spoke to the comms.
"Great job, Queen," Chris remarked proudly.
Standing by the door, she looked back at Mr. Nang's unconscious body on the floor. "What am I going to do with the body? It's freezing out here."
"Leave it. A team will handle it later. Report back to the Castle."
"Copy," Katherine replied before the communication was turned off.
She found a restroom on the same floor and she hastily washed her hands before stepping into the elevator. The moment that she got inside, she felt slightly lightheaded and was even a little nauseous.
She massaged her temple gently and felt the bruise that was starting to form — that man must have hit her pretty hard. She winced in pain and clicked her tongue upon seeing blood on her fingers. She was clearly annoyed that she was not able to avoid it.
Arriving at the ground floor, Katherine walked straight out of the Crown Hotel and Casino and crossed the street to get to her car. Her head throbbed and she became really dizzy but she kept walking despite the pain pounding in her head.
Just as she reached the middle of the road, a speeding car came from her left, making her eyes widen in shock. She managed to move to the side just in time that the car came to an abrupt stop. But despite her evasion, the car's bumper still lightly hit her thigh.
"Seriously! This is so not my day!" she exclaimed and slapped the hood of the car that had just bumped her, glaring at the driver inside the vehicle though her vision was still a little blurry, 'Stupid flask' she thought as she became really cranky. Out of nowhere, she cursed Alicia for stealing her mission. Because of her, Katherine suffered such a humiliating task just earlier. And now this... great. Just great!
Inside the car, a man in his twenties who was sitting on the passenger's seat nervously spoke to the one who was driving, "B-boss… you hit a woman."
Damien Park who insisted on driving that night gripped the wheels as he looked at the woman in front of them. She looked like she was drunk and cranky.
He finally decided to get out of the car. "Miss? Are you alright?" His voice was clear and gentle, catching Katherine's attention.
Irritated at the question that he just asked her, she snapped at the man who was wearing an expensive tailored suit, "Do you even know how to drive?!"
The man was not surprised that she was mad at him, after all... he was indeed driving quite fast. But he scoffed at her behavior, 'Unbelievable.'
"Miss, you were the one who didn't watch where you were going."
With an intense gaze, she scowled at the man in front of her but was slightly dazed at how he looked from where she stood. They were standing a few meters apart and with the light from the lamp post shining on his magnificent figure, she began to notice his features.
His hair was neatly combed making his face very pleasing to look at and his dark eyes stared back at her as his brows furrowed. She wondered why he was looking like that at her.
Walking closer, Damien took out something from the inside pocket of his coat and he reached his hand out to her. As if by nature, Katherine did not think twice to block his hand and twisted it to defend herself.
Surprised by her movements, the man's instincts kicked in and he countered her moves by swiftly grabbing both of her hands before he spun her around that her back ended up pressing against his chest — his arm strongly holding her in place making her unable to move. "Easy… why are you so hostile?" His voice suddenly turned cold.
Katherine's breathing hitched at their sudden proximity, he was so close to her that she could feel his breathing on her ear and the warmth of his torso on her back. She gulped and wanted to escape from his grasp but judging by how he turned the tables rather quickly, she knew that he was more skilled than her. "Let go of me," was all that she could say.
At one moment, she was still hazy but after what the man did to her, she somehow sobered up. She was confused as to why she could not let herself get away from him.
"Hold still," he told her, and she felt a soft fabric brush against her forehead. She flinched a little when it stung.
"You have blood on your temple." He handed her his white handkerchief that was now stained with her blood. He let go of her gently and she turned to face him, her eyes full of curiosity as to who this man was.
Damien Park gazed back at her. Meeting her eyes, he suddenly found some familiarity. He refocused his gaze and remembered, 'Ah... she is the woman I danced with just earlier.'
He continued to observe the changes in her expression. She seemed to be studying him as well. Her eyes were clear and unwavering yet there was something sad with the way that she looked back at him.
Katherine's heart fluttered at how his stare bore into her like electricity that invaded her every sense. The sudden gust of wind snapped her out of her daze and then she heard him speak.
"Let me take you to the hospital." He was aware that his car had bumped her but the head injury was obviously not from the same incident.
Composing herself, Katherine put on an indifferent look as if nothing happened. "I'm fine," she insisted and started to walk away.
"You are clearly not fine, just let me help you."
She walked past him and bit out, "You don't have to."
Katherine hurriedly got inside her Chevy and turned the engine on. She stepped on the gas and left the area, speeding off on the road.
Tossing the handkerchief onto the passenger's seat, she reached her hand to her head and removed the wig that she was wearing — her long and soft chestnut hair bounced and flowed over her shoulder.
Stealing a glance at her rearview mirror, she saw the man watching her drive away until she was no longer in sight.
"Find out who that woman is and compensate her for what happened tonight," Damien told his assistant as soon as he got inside his car.
Already used to his boss' orders, Damien's assistant could only answer, "Yes, Boss."