𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑇𝑜 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟

Prologue

My name is Kim Minji, though in the shadows, I'm known as Kodiak. This is the tale of how I became entangled in one of America's most notorious crimes, all because I let love cloud my judgment.
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𝐈𝐭 must have been on a Tuesday – the only day of the week when I allowed myself the luxury of winding down at the Horizon Club after a grueling day of work. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the cityscape as I made my way through the bustling streets, the weight of the day's missions still lingering on my shoulders. With each step, I could feel the tension gradually melting away, replaced by a sense of anticipation for the tranquility that awaited me at my favorite haunt.

As I entered the Horizon Club, the familiar scent of leather and aged whiskey enveloped me, soothing my senses like a comforting embrace. The dimly lit ambiance of the upscale establishment beckoned to me, promising respite from the chaos of the outside world. I made my way to the bar, nodding to the bartender who greeted me with a knowing smile. Tonight, I needed a moment of solace, a chance to escape the relentless demands of my clandestine profession.

Settling into a plush armchair, I surveyed the room with a practiced eye, noting the familiar faces and the occasional newcomer seeking refuge from the outside world. It was in this sanctuary of calm that I first laid eyes on her – a vision of beauty amidst the sea of anonymity. She sat alone at a corner table, her presence commanding attention without effort. With an air of mystery surrounding her, she seemed to exist in a world of her own, untouched by the chaos unfolding around her.

Curiosity piqued, I found myself drawn to her table, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. As our eyes met, a spark of recognition flickered between us, igniting a flame of intrigue that refused to be extinguished. It was in that moment, amidst the hushed whispers and clinking glasses, that I knew my fate was sealed.

This woman was the one

She possessed long, lustrous locks that cascaded like a midnight waterfall, framing her delicate features with an air of mystery. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of brown, held a depth that seemed to reflect the secrets of the universe, drawing me into their infinite allure. Smooth, flawless skin adorned her complexion, a canvas of perfection that whispered of untold stories and hidden desires.

But it was her smile that truly captivated me – a radiant beam that illuminated the darkest corners of my soul, igniting a warmth within me that I had long forgotten. In all my years as a spy, I had encountered countless beauties, each more enchanting than the last, yet none had stirred my heart in quite the same way.

As we sat across from each other, the ambient glow of the Horizon Club casting a soft halo around us, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnetism of her presence. We ordered gin and tonics, the clink of our glasses resonating like a symphony of promise in the dimly lit ambiance. With each sip, I found myself falling deeper under her spell, intoxicated not by the alcohol, but by the intoxicating allure of her gaze.

In my drunken state, memories become fleeting shadows, slipping through my grasp like sand. The events of the night blur into a haze, leaving me with no recollection of my actions or their consequences. All that remains is a sense of unease, knowing that I've stumbled through the night without a compass, lost in the fog of intoxication.

The glint in her eye spoke volumes, a silent invitation that sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, I knew with a certainty that bordered on madness – tonight, she would be mine. And as we raised our glasses in a toast, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the echo of our shared desire lingering in the air like a whispered secret between lovers.

After our encounter at the Horizon Club, I couldn't resist the pull she exerted on me. With her by my side, we ventured into the night, the streets of the city illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The journey to the Blixen Hotel was a blur of anticipation and desire, each step bringing us closer to the inevitable culmination of our attraction.