Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project

Chapter 7 : Mission : Mrs. Cornelius : Success or Failed?

Two weeks. It really flew fast. The time had arrived and it was my time to shine and prove myself. I'll definitely help her and it was my chance to step on that man's face.

I was currently trying to cope-up with my situation. I looked at my purse and started to wander. Mr. Escapade just gave me a cellphone—a cool ones and a so-called gunpen. His very awesome invention. I frowned.

"Just click this and something will come out. Be careful! It was random. Sometimes a paint or a midget thing that will really hurts! And many more of course! Be motivated with money! Good luck!" I suddenly heard his voice and I frowned again.

I was very uncomfortable with everything. I was waiting outside and waiting for my call. I was very sure that I would be called.

Pinkish-red lipstick. A tied-in bun hairstyle. A fierce, hot red high heels. Black suit. First two buttons, unbuttoned.

Which revealed my cleavage. I frowned again. I still couldn't believe that this was all happening. Someone suddenly called my name and said I was accepted. I smirked and grinned real hard until my jaws drop.

I already proven that that Mr. Cornelius was a major asshole.

I did a frame-up experiment.

Last week.

I was waiting in the same room, last week.

Messy but clean hair. A very formal and conservative suit. No make-up.

Everything was perfect for a decent company when I someone called me and stated that "you aren't accepted, sorry. Better luck next time." I doubted that they read my fake resume or whatsoever. They didn't even interviewed me even for a second or two.

Moving on the past, I strolled around and found out the "revelation room". The boss' room. It was lunch time and I was sure that he was still there. Of course, I was nervous but I was already here and there was no turning back for everything. I kicked the door quietly and I already entered.

I locked the door from behind and turned off the lights completely. There was a figure behind the table then he suddenly turned to my direction. A man in a black suit. I figured. Maybe this was the bastard.

My mood suddenly shifted into rage. Thank heavens, I was able to control it and bear with my tons of mood swings.

I walked towards the mysterious man and tried to remember everything about the agency and my client. I grabbed his necktie towards my direction. I leaned forward and there was only a particular matter of inches between us. I didn't mind kissing if it was needed because someone already fucking stole it from me but I didn't want it for madame Cornelius.

I took out the cool cellphone that Mr. Escapade gave me and I already adjusted the angle of it so he won't see the flash and it would look like we really kissed or whatsoever. Click! Perfect! Now I'd just try to escape from... here...

I loosen his necktie and I was about to slip and escape when he slammed his palms into the wall and cornered me. Shoot. Did he found out that I was working for an agency? Did he found out that I was going to dug his own grave? Did he?!

He leaned forward and untied my hair. Within a snap, his lips were on mine. Conquering my lips. The feeling was familiar. Instead of fighting back with this massive pervert man, I stared out-of-nowhere and my eyes widened with shock was terrible. After awhile, before he let me go, he licked my bottom lip and I saw his lips started to form a smirk.

What the heck was that?

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I ran towards the door and unlocked it. I went outside and I let myself fell over my knees. I weakly stumbled on the floor. I flipped my cellphone and dialled a number installed from the agency.

"Mission : Success" a smiled started to form on my lips when someone unexpectedly replied saying, "No, Mission : Failed" I frowned after hearing that. What did he mean?

After ending the call, a message popped in the screen:

Come here as soon as possible. Urgent.

I ran again. I was very tired of running. I was exhausted. My eyes captured something while I was running. My eyes became rounded and filled with horror and shock. My face was plastered with despair, with dismayed and disgusted look. I didn't want to believe what I saw. Maybe I just hallucinated, I thought, pleasing myself.

I took a deep breathe and looked at the gallery of my phone.

Black suit.

I just saw madame Cornelius with a man in a white suit, wearing a golden plated tagname that carved the name "Mr. Cornelius"  on it.