The couple entered a grand casino, one who looked like a handsome young son of a millionaire and with him, a beautiful blonde girl.
Jason continuously thought that he would rather kill himself than to let anyone see and recognize him in this getup. The biggest threat to him was Alex. He knew Alex would try to take a photo to exploit him.
--I am glad that I had put a virus on his phone 2 months ago.
'Oh yeah, I found the virus that you planted in my phone in planted.'
'...…'
Jason was at a loss for words. It looks like Alex inherited his mind-reading skills from his father.
'You were pretty good. I only found it two months ago. Since then, I have been reporting false information to you.'
Jason tried to pretend that he didn't care, but in reality, he started to develop a fear for Alex. That would also explain some of the messed-up things he saw on his phones.
Example: Guy makes love to rabbit with his two-inch punisher.
*Who makes that shit, more importantly, who watches that shit?* As they walked, they naturally parted ways. Jason, for now, Jessica, turned left, and Alex went right.
Alex had nothing to do but wait for the good news. To kill time, he spotted a lone blackjack table.
'Welcome, sir. Would you like to play?'
The female dealer properly greeted her customers.
'I want to win something pretty.'
He winked at the dealer as he reached deep into his pocket.
'Feeling lucky, are we?'
Alex kept searching and found what he needed. He took out his hand and placed a 100 $ chip confidently.
'Cards, please.'
The dealer barely controlled her laughter as she took the chip and gave Alex a card.
'Big words for a small amount.'
She said, replying to Alex's first comments.
'Want to see how I turn this 100 $ into 50,000 $ "
'If you're able to that, then maybe you might actually win something pretty.'
'Hit.'
The game began.
Jessica found Mitchel at a poker table. He was the same as in the picture. A heavy body, ash gray hair, wrinkled face with thin eyes, and a mole on his right.
She had already worn aphrodisiac perfume to increase the chances of her success. She noticed that he was a little drunk and grabbed the opportunity.
She casually walked up to the table, pretending to be little tipsy herself.
'Hey, do you have room for one more player?'
She spoke with a typical American accent.
The others at the table started eyeing each other, deciding what to do. One was about to refuse her when Mitchel interrupted him.
'Sure, you can sit beside me.'
'What a gentleman, thank you.'
Jessica got to her seat and leaned a bit towards Mitchel passing a sweet smile.
The table was filled with millionaires and above. Just the ante was 100 $. Jason, er….Jessica had to convert 40,000$ to not lose face. WS agents have a yearly salary of a million us dollars, no taxes. It wasn't a problem for Jessica to spend this much.
They played for an hour. There were ups and downs. Some won big and some lost. But the one who took the heaviest blow was Jessica. It was her plan to lose it all.
During that time, she did her best to catch Mitchel's attentions. Bumping her leg into his, winking, smiling, showing her fake cleavage, but the winner was accidentally rubbing his thigh when she dropped her purse.
In the last round, she went all in and lost.
'This is terrible, I lost.'
She placed her finger on her lips, looking towards Mitchel.
'Looks like I have to earn some.'
He was captivated by the stunning beauty. The aphrodisiac kept adding more fuel to the fire, and finally, it worked.
'I might have a spare cheque for you, but I think I left it in my hotel. Want to come with me to get it?'
'No problem.'
She giggled. Jason wanted to kill himself.
--Please no more.
'I think I have played enough.'
Mitchel stood up from his seat and offered his wrinkled hand to Jessica, which she gladly took.
'I will be going now.'
He walked with Jessica around his arm, which she wished she could break. She signaled to Alex, who was now at the roulette table and left the casino in his extravagant car.
As the minutes went by, he gradually got drowsier. Jessica had sneaked a drug into his drink, and it was taking effect. When they got to his room, he was already half asleep.
Putting the "Do not Disturb" sign on the door. Jessica carried him to the hotel bed. It was now time for things to get started. She nonchalantly asked as she slowly took off his clothes.
'Hey, do you know anything about Jira?'
'No…I'm not supposed to talk about that.'
He drunkenly refused.
'What's the harm? I have a friend who also belongs to Jira. In fact, he told me to warn you.'
'Warm…me'
'Yeah. That you should keep all the information about it safe.'
'Tell…your fwiend that…all ze information is swafe im that ladtop.'
He pointed to the slim laptop on a table.
'That one?'
He nodded. He only had his vest and boxers left.
'Thanks.'
Jessica went to get the laptop.
'Hey, where are you going? We were supposed to me…helm you get money.'
'I'll do it in the morning. You look tired.'
'Tired?….me? No, I can go….'
Mitchel fell asleep before he could say anything more.
Jessica opened the computer. Naturally, it was locked. He saw there was a fingerprint scanner to the bottom. She tried using Mitchel's finger and got in on the first try.
She now had to find the files which had some information on Jira. The laptop was custom built and couldn't use the internet, eliminating the chance of getting hacked remotely.
She fiddled with the computer for a while and found it. There were many locked files, but they opened after applying basic hacking techniques. She found a folder that would not open so easily.
She connected the laptop to her phone and started cracking. It took some time, but it opened. In there were many sound recordings and documents. Jessica's hard and humiliating work finally bore fruit.