DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone - BOOK #7
Cyrus Mongomery. A retired world-renowned assassin with a resume as sharp and crisp as his aim. Taking down world leaders, gang members, and politicians was effortless, and although his career seemed promisi...
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Cyrus's POV
Stepping out of my car, my bags were taken as I glanced up at the rather massive estate. It was essentially in the middle of nowhere as trees surrounded the area for what seemed like miles. From what I could see, the one road that led through the forest seemed untouched and in near-mint condition.
Looking around the stone courtyard felt calming, relaxing almost as it briefly made me forget that my mission was to assassinate the man who owned the place.
Ascending the steps, I was met with Roman who smiled, presumably happy to see me.
"Cyrus, good to see you. Please come in." He greeted me, and slowly, I entered, quickly surveying the interior of his home. It was what one would expect for an estate. Excessively spacious, overly priced, seemingly unlived in but still regularly cleaned by the maids who lived in the shadows and were often never seen or heard.
"Quite a place you have here, Roman," I uttered, and he chuckled as we walked through the home.
"For the price, I'd hope it is." He responded, and as we entered his office, I noticed a man sitting in the room. A much younger version of Roman with his dark hair, semi-permanent scowl, and arms filled with tattoos.
"Nikolai, where's your sister?" Roman asked his son, I concluded, and Nikolai glanced down at his watch.
"Give her a few minutes. Left a note on her door earlier. She's probably still making her way over."
"Alright then. In the meantime, let's get down to the basics." Roman spoke and gestured for me to take a seat. Sitting in front of his desk, I watched as he placed a few documents in front of me before taking a seat himself.
"Before we get to the formalities and introductions, do me a favor and glance over a few of those documents." He gestured, and I leaned back before reading along the first page.
Estella Romanov Age: 21 Height: 5'4" Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brown Medical Conditions: Sensorineural ("inner ear") hearing loss, Selective Mutism-
"Your daughter is deaf?" I muttered, cutting my reading short, and Roman gave me a small shrug.
"My son had claimed before that she could be partially deaf, but when we questioned the doctors, they ruled the speculation to be false. Without her hearing aid's assistance, she can't hear. She wears it often, but it can cause her fits of discomfort or pain at times as she's sensitive to many frequencies. " He explained, and if I weren't so perceptive, I wouldn't have caught on to the tone that suggested he didn't quite care much about her being in pain at all.
If anything, he seemed rather uninterested in explaining who his daughter was even though I would be tasked with overseeing her. However, these were only speculations based on my limited observation thus far.
