From Hunter to Guardian: Protect the CEO Freenbecky g!p

Chapter 2: Her Work

Freen's POV

Present

"W-what? What is this?! Guards put her down!" yelled the man in his forties who stood up from his desk out of shock and no one came to his office.

I chuckled and soon began laughing, "Oh, those guys?"

"Y-you! How dare you make a mess in my office?!" he said as he pointed his fingers at me, I could see he was trembling.

I grinned, "Your judgment has come." I walked to his desk and could see fear in his eyes.

He froze in place as I got close to him. "You made an enemy for yourself, let's just say they're not pleased."

"You assassin bastard-"

I pointed my Beretta* at him and made him fall to the floor. "A corrupt politician who extorted billions of money."

*a make of small gun that is held in the hand. It is made by the Beretta company, which was started in Venice, Italy in 1526.

"People died because of your sins," I glared at him.

"But, don't worry, for I Phonoi* will give you the ultimate absolution. Remember my name and your sins will be forgiven tonight, as you will soon enter your new world."

*In Greek mythology, the Phonoi (Ancient Greek: Φόνοι; singular: Phonos Φόνος) were the "ghastly-faced" male personifications of murder.

The man stuttered, "Phonoi-"

I smiled, "Welcome to hell."

The Beretta in my hand shot him right in the head, making him fall flat to the ground. My judgment has finished and I should return.

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Freen's POV

I finally returned home and stood in front of the aquarium in my living room.

"Hey there, how you doing?" I waved to the goldfish in my aquarium.

"Oh yeah, I haven't fed you all," I said as I opened the food drawer.

I stood again in front of the aquarium and said, "Theé mou, áse me na eímai i krísi sou."*

*God, let me be your judgment

The aquarium split up into a door and it scanned for my eyes.

"Welcome home, Phonoi." the voice said as it opened the door leading downstairs to an elevator.

I took the elevator down and entered the next room, an office where all the furniture was crafted from rich oak. Above the fireplace hung a giant painting of Aphrodite, her beauty dominating the space.

"Good evening, Phonoi," a voice can be heard welcoming me.

"Hel, could you open the cabinet?", I asked as I walked inside the office.

"Of course, Master."

A cabinet opened automatically, revealing my entire Beretta collection. I carefully wiped down my used Beretta before placing it inside the cabinet, which then closed on its own.

I sat on the sofa and leaned back as my eyes locked to the ceiling. "Master? Do you want me to turn on the phonograph?", asked Hel.

"That would be nice."

The sound of the phonograph filled the room as I sighed. Hel, my voice assistant, manages everything in my house, particularly my secret office. She operates all types of furniture with precision.