𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟖 𖥸 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄

⊱ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ • 𖥸 • ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⊰

I make my way to the bar, pretending to be the waitress for the private party upstairs.

Jin will be working on the distraction, while I'll be doing my own. Our goal is to lead the target out of the building whenever Jin sends the signal, but he has to cut off the cameras first so that gives us a little time.

Normally, Jin and I wouldn't get too close to the target like we will be tonight, but since this is an open mission, our faces will be shown anyway so it doesn't matter.

The difference between open and closed missions is pretty simple. Closed missions are when we conceal our identities and hide in the background, sneaking around the property, and doing the deed quietly without a fuss.

Open missions are when the clients—the ones paying us to take out their enemy—want Jin and I to personally talk with them and hear their last words before we kill them. These clients are the ones that hold the strongest grudges and pay the most.

I walk to the back of the building, seeing the bar crowded with customers for the night. I go behind the bar and tell the bartender the drink orders. I have him make a few manhattans for the men and martinis for the women.

He swiftly makes them and sets them on a silver tray. I thank him, then leave without drawing any suspicion.

Carefully, I walk past the customers as I head upstairs to the private party.

Once up the steps, it's quiet and calm up here. A long table is full of both men and women, which I already figured. They're sitting down, chatting about business and future events.

I put a fake smile on my face. I begin handing the drinks to anyone who calls for a glass.

Eventually, the man at the end of the table throws his hand up and waves for me. He's the target. Target Chang.

He's older, around forty years of age. He has solid black hair and a slim body type. From the picture Jin showed me, he's the man we're going to kill tonight.

I straighten up and make my way to him. I keep a light smile on my face when I bend down and let him choose his drink.

"Thank you," he looks at me a moment longer than most would. His eyes dart to my chest. "Religious?" He scoffs after seeing the cross. "There is no God." He looks forward, laughing with the men around the table, and taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

He turns back, eyeing me after the laugh. "Tell me what it's like to work here, Emily." He says, wrapping his hand around my waist, and pulling me down to sit on his lap.

"It's pretty boring," I ease myself into his lap comfortably, but I'm grossed out on the inside. It's an assignment and will be over soon, so I bear with it for now.

"Really? Well, I could use the help of a maid at my place." He mumbles, sliding his hand up my waist.

His nose brushes against my neck, and I cringe but know that Jin is working as fast as he can. The man pulls away, taking another sip of his drink.

"I'll pay you much more than this job ever could—"

The signal comes as a blessing. A fire alarm blares throughout the building.