Amelia stepped into her apartment. You could tell just how exhausted she was—she didn't waste a second before heading straight to the bathroom.
The cool water cascading down her body revived her senses. But even with the steam clouding the mirror, her mind was sharp, zeroing back to the job at hand: Asher. A man of power. A man who required meticulous planning.
She didn't dawdle. Soon she emerged from the bathroom, pulling on a simple T-shirt and pants before heading straight to her study. If she wanted to assassinate a man like Asher, she'd need more intel. A lot more.
"Okay… first, let's find out his schedule. That should be easy," she muttered, flipping open her laptop.
Soon, only the rhythmic clacking of her keyboard echoed in the quiet room.
Her study was simple but comfortable—organized chaos. Maps, photos, and scattered books surrounded her like a fortress of knowledge. Her eyes lit up as she stumbled across something interesting. Her fingers danced across the keys with renewed energy.
Then—RING!
The shrill sound of her phone shattered the silence, making her flinch. She glanced at the caller ID and frowned. The last person she wanted to hear from.
She hesitated for a moment... but she picked up.
"What took you so long to answer?" her father's cold voice cut through the line like ice.
"And a pleasant evening to you too, Father," she replied coldly.
Silence. Then she added, "Which of the gods did I offend for you to call me so suddenly?"
He scoffed. "Come to my office tomorrow. We need to talk. It's urgent."
"What's so urgent it can't be said over the phone?" she snapped. The last thing she wanted was to see his face.
"I can't discuss it over the phone. That's why I said come," he said, and hung up before she could say anything else.
She stared blankly at the phone, her grip tightening.
"That ass****," she muttered, trying to calm herself. Honestly, it was a miracle she hadn't killed him yet. And to this day, she wasn't sure why.
"I can't let him ruin my mood. I have work to do."
She steadied herself, facing the laptop again. She'd deal with whatever storm tomorrow brought. But one thing was certain—whatever he wanted to say would piss her off.
It wasn't long before she was fully immersed in her research again. She already knew sleep wouldn't be visiting tonight.
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Meanwhile, at Asher's place…
"Sir, Mr. Davis just contacted me. He's agreed to your terms," the secretary said through the phone.
Asher smirked. "Finally."
"He's asked you to come to his office tomorrow. To finalize everything… and discuss it with his daughter."
Asher hummed in acknowledgment and ended the call. Without hesitation, he dialed Ryan.
"It's on," he said.
Ryan sighed on the other end. Asher already knew what was coming.
"You still went ahead with it."
"Yeah. Listen… I understand your concerns. But my mind's made up. Please… just try to understand," Asher said, his tone softer now.
Ryan didn't respond immediately. He had tried to dissuade him before—and failed.
"I'll tell the others," Ryan said finally.
"Thanks."
Ryan hung up without another word.