It took me ten minutes to learn how to ride a bike and sixty more to a car. Apparently, Cedric, despite his sloppy looks was a great driver, not only can he ride cars and bikes, but he can also pilot private and fighter jets and choppers, at least that's what he said.
Cedric left for Ankarath this evening, he said that he would have to suffer the consequences of breaching the rules and stealing an important case file, but that didn't matter now since no one except Cedric is allowed to be my handler now.
After taking a quick shower I dressed up in a sleek black T-shirt, buttoned up my black shirt over it and a black coat over that, tied my hair in a ponytail, put on my black cap, and completed the look with black jeans and shoes.
I looked at the clock in my room, which displayed 11 at night, picked up the gun and tucked it in the back of my pants and exited the room.
Olivia was lounging on the couch in the living room, engrossed in some random TV show.
"Where to?" she asked innocently.
"Are you questioning me?" I replied with a smirk.
"Yes," she said, looking slightly perplexed.
"I'm going for a stroll," I announced confidently.
"With that outfit?" she remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you trying to sabotage my fashion choices?" I shot back.
"Yes", she said confidently.
"Do you want another session of interrogation?", I asked.
"N-no, you can go wherever you want," she stammered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Excellent," I said as I grabbed the keys to the car and headed towards the basement.
As I strode towards the grand entry hall, I was greeted by a poised and courteous receptionist. With a gentle smile, she welcomed me and inquired about my needs.
"Good evening, sir. How may I assist you?" she asked with a professional tone.
"I am in search of a place to procure some fine cigars. Could you point me in the right direction?" I requested.
"Sir, there is no need for you to trouble yourself. Our establishment provides a delivery service for such exquisite commodities. However, if you insist on obtaining one for yourself,
I can arrange for a sample to be provided," she explained.
"Excellent. Please provide me with one sample and have ten of your finest cigar boxes delivered to my quarters," I requested.
"Certainly, sir. Please wait a moment while I attend to your request," she replied with a poised demeanour.
The receptionist quickly picked up the phone and made a call. Within a minute, a man in a suit arrived with a small wooden box in his hands.
"Good evening sir, I am the representative of our hotel's cigar supplier. Here are the ten boxes you requested," he said, presenting the boxes to me.
"Excellent, thank you. And may I have one for myself right now?" I asked.
"Of course sir," he replied, opening the box to reveal a selection of cigars.
"May I suggest our finest Cuban cigar? It's one of our most popular."
"Sounds perfect," I said, taking one cigar and a silver-coated lighter from the box.
"Send the rest of them to my quarters", I said as I walked towards the exit.
I lit up the cigar, savouring the smooth flavour as I kept the lighter in my pocket and strode confidently towards the sleek, black sports car waiting for me.
Setting the key in the ignition, I revved the engine and hit the gas pedal, following Cedric's so-called training as I navigated the winding roads out of society.
I pulled out my phone and deftly switched to the surveillance cameras of Sightex, the high-end security firm that guarded Sightex's building. As expected, the guard who had greeted me earlier in the day was nowhere to be seen; he wasn't responsible for night duties.
The person on duty now had clearly been bribed. I could see the secretary I had met earlier in the day parking her car in the basement and heading towards my office. I searched for her name in the records and found out that she was Sophia Chen.
She acted as if she was the most loyal employee to River, and the poor guy really fell for that and promoted her to his personal secretary position.
The building was empty because River was a stickler for work hours and provided top-notch privileges to his employees.
I switched off the phone's screen and stowed it inside the glove box, letting the dark trumpet music blaring from the speakers set the mood as I headed towards Sightex with a sense of purpose.
I stopped the car just short of the entry gate, slipping out of it silently as I entered the building. With every step I took, I suppressed my energy, concealing my presence from the surrounding environment.
Ascending the stairs, I headed straight towards my office floor, my shoes echoing in the empty hallway. The scent of my cigar still lingered behind, a remnant of my recent indulgence.
As I approached my office door, I drew out my gun, checking the magazine to ensure it was fully loaded. A mirthful chuckle escaped my lips as I confirmed that all magazines were indeed filled to the brim.
With a metallic click, I slid the magazine back into place and strode towards the room that had its lights on, the sound of rustling papers emanating from within. I could sense the woman's frantically searching for the documents I instructed her to keep safe.
But in reality, there weren't any.
As I entered the room, the sound of rustling papers grew louder, and I could see the silhouette of a woman hunched over a table, rifling through stacks of documents.
I moved with a silent grace towards the couch, my presence undetected.
I took a seat and watched as the woman continued to search, oblivious to my presence.
"Looking for something?", I asked.
I fixed my gaze on the woman, her eyes wide with terror as she took in my presence. The air hung heavy with the tension of impending doom as I held my gun, a metallic glint catching the light.
"Sir," she stammered, her voice quivering with fear.
"Take a seat," I commanded, gesturing towards the couch opposite me. The woman shuffled over, her legs trembling as she sat down.
"One question and your life depends on it," I said, my voice low and menacing.
She stuttered, "S-sir, it's not wha-"
"I don't need any kind of justification," I interrupted, my gaze unrelenting. "Just answer one question. Who wants you to do this?"
"Please, sir," she pleaded,
"If I tell you…he will kill me."
"And if you don't, I will," I said.
"What's better? A chance to run, or die on the spot?"
"...His name is Nolan Carter." She trembled for a moment before finally answering,
"Nolan Carter, heir of Carter Corporations and the eldest son of Caleb Carter, right?" I asked, my lips curling into a twisted smirk.
"Y-yes, sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Great," I said, aiming my gun at her head and pressed the trigger.
With a sharp, resounding crack, the gunshot echoed through the room, followed by a deafening silence.
"Forgive me for my wrongs lady...but I have just begun," I murmured, the sound of my footsteps the only noise as I left the room.