"Are you sure about this, Anna?" Nikki Emerald stared at Anna, who was standing behind her as she sat in front of her computer. The latter nodded; a clear determination was visible in her eyes.
"Positive," Nikki sighed before turning towards the computer screen in front of her. Her hand hovered above the enter button of her keyboard. She turned to face her best friend for one last time, uncertainty gnawing on her insides.
For her, it was crucial, and she did not want to add to her regrets. And neither would she want her best friend to suffer. If anything, Nikki hoped she would stop thinking about her ex and move on.
But who was she to tell her that? The pain left by being broken-hearted was not a light matter.
Nikki knew that it was merely wishful thinking on her part. She knew it would take a while before Anna could eventually push past what had happened.
"One hundred percent sure? You won't make me regret ever doing this or any of this at all?" Anna frowned, and instead of answering, she pressed the button herself before Nikki could even try and ask her again.
Anna stared at Nikki and beamed.
"It's done," she said. "From now on, Anna Mendoza is non-existent."
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Anna breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was out of the red dress, making her cringe-y inside and out.
Sitting in her swivel chair, she allowed herself to lean back as her computer took the time to wake up. A smirk came to her lips upon remembering the events from earlier.
It was another successful payback. The satisfaction she had felt when she had caught sight of Kristofer Almodiel's face was priceless.
Seeing her monitor was already up and running, she immediately checked on her emails.
Still reeling from her victory, she opened the message from her client concerning the heir to Atrium and hit reply.
"Vengeance is sweet, my love. May you find peace, continue living your life to the fullest, and, most of all, love yourself. Best regards, Prim."
Anna let herself stare at the email. Prim came from Prima Donna. She did not want to disclose her identity, knowing full well the weight of the outcome if anyone learned what she had been up to for the past few years.
As far as her clients were concerned, she was someone they could count on.
She was a mysterious she-devil who made it her life goal to get the cheaters, liars, and all those who had committed such terrible acts to pay for what they had done.
Gender was not specified either.
Anna was aware that it was not only men who could cheat and lie. Some women do too.
It was a sad reality. Anna wanted to feel sorry for those who became a target of the punishments. Her methods were quite remarkable.
Yet, every time she would start thinking of pity for them, she would remind herself of the very purpose why she had put up the agency in the first place.
"Yes, Anna. Remember why you started," she mumbled, clicking the mouse in her hand as she started scrolling through her inbox.
Anna sighed. Her mailbox was full. She had to sort through the requests for making their ex-lover pay.
But most of them were not punishable at all.
As an executioner, she didn't want to condemn her soul any further by getting involved in matters that could be resolved by the people concerned.
Other requests were petty, while some wanted Anna to cripple and kill their exes. That wasn't part of the deal.
Capture the Ghosters, the name of her agency or better known as CTG, was not openly known by many. Its purpose was to make the bad guys regret and possibly turn over into a new leaf.
Causing severe physical harm wasn't in the books. Anna didn't want to end up paying for that heinous crime in prison.
"I prefer having my freedom to sitting inside a stinky jail."
Anna did not open it to the public as she needed to tread carefully. But those who became her client spread the word.
It was the only advertising she could condone and highly encouraged her clients to do.
If Anna had to be honest with herself, she had been nervous when she had put up the agency.
She had too many questions, too many doubts, and uncertainties. She even thought no one would want to try out what her agency offered. Gratefully, she was mistaken.
Letting her head rest at the back of her chair, she suddenly craved something that could burn her throat.
It only occurred to her that she had almost deprived herself of celebrating the accomplishment of her task. After all, she had succeeded in at least causing Kristofer Almodiel some trouble.
Fighting off her laziness, she got on her feet and allowed herself to walk toward the mini-fridge she had kept in her makeshift office.
Finding a can of beer sitting idly in the corner, Anna grabbed it and immediately opened it. She savored the bitter taste of it as she took a sip.
Her stock was almost out. She mentally took note before making her way back to her chair.
With the beer can in hand, Anna's thoughts returned to Kristofer Almodiel. She had often heard of him.
But she barely had any idea who he was. Thus, she ended up looking for his profile on the internet and instantly concluded that he was such a heartbreaker.
Furthermore, Kristofer Almodiel was screaming rich. Unless he was abusive, did not value loyalty, and had an evil-witch type of mother, Anna takes back the idea of him being a good catch. Otherwise, the woman who captures his heart would indeed be fortunate.
Finding herself a little bored with chilling in her office, Anna decided to open up the search tab. She wanted to find something to buy, but upon opening the browser, the news advertisement that popped up on her screen snatched her attention.
Anna choked, coughing as the beer suddenly got stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened, staring at herself on her computer.
"Dang," Anna remarked as she caught sight of Kristofer Almodiel standing beside her; a wide grin was plastered on his face.
"Dang," she repeated before her phone began ringing incessantly at once.