Emily is sitting on a tree holding a long rifle. The woman's eyes were drawn, a sedan speeding across the street using her gun telescope.
As the car drove by, he suddenly pulled the trigger and -
- bang! - bang! - bang!
Multiple gunshots resulted in a runaway car losing control, the driver ran on the brakes suddenly, finally rolling down the road.
Seeing his target hit the target instantly made him jump from the tree up to the overturned car. Inside the car, it looks like there's still life, with a face full of blood from the broken glass cut into it.
The sound of footsteps boots could be heard approaching the overturned car. Emily heard a croak from inside the car asking for help.
"P-please. Help me." The sound was so croaked he was probably screaming.
Emily looks down half as she looks into the car, she sees a man stretching out his hand with his lips moving but not being heard.
Emily backs a smile. "You have quite a few lives," she said, keeping a close watch on the man inside.
Hearing a voice so close to him made the man try to open his eyes, vaguely he saw a face seeing himself on the brink of death.
The hand went out again, still trying to open the eyes full of blood. "Please, please save me."
"Why should I save you, I get paid to kill. "Emily is not good at avoiding and saving yourself,"
The odor that starts to catch on Emily's nose makes him glance at the top of the car, where there is smoke coming out of the engine. It is assured it will soon be on fire and explode.
It wasn't until Emily left that she blew up some parts of the car scattered all over the place.
The sirens of the ambulance were heard clutching onto a hospital yard, causing some to respond so quickly to the patient. When the car was parked, everything was so busy pulling out a man full of scars on his face.
The wheel of the hospital bed follows the footsteps of the nurses carrying an injured man into the operating room, blood being seen dripping on the floor making tracks on every passing road.
About 12 hours of surgery were performed, causing some of the man's family much anxiety. Even the time showed at 9:00 a.m. when the doctor came out of the operating room with the news that sent everyone into shock.
News of the man's accident also found him at social media's number 1 landing. As a well-known company owner, it makes it a hot news item that will surely hit the entire television station and also become the topic of social media.
'The chairman Nev’tal group - Aaron Shemar Brewster drove drunk'
'The single accident of chairman Nev’tal group'
All the articles published about the man had a drunken accident, and even his blood alcohol was the cause of the article's release.
Three years passed unsettled
Sitting on a chair with his back to the table, a man looking out at the many buildings that fit his building, his middle sunglasses resting on his nose and middle hand holding a kept-on necklace so tight.
"Since you're about to die, let me tell you a secret. Don't blame me for this, I only take orders to kill you and I get paid."
On the record, he left immediately.
"I'll be sure to meet you. I need to know who told you to kill me, "his mind is beating his hand.
"What are you thinking, Mr. Aaron?" A sound made the man turn his chair over. "It's time to come back home."
Seeing Aaron standing makes the man walk closer.
"I can be alone, Robbin."
Robin stopped in his footsteps, and he kept his eyes on Aaron, who was looking for a cane on the left side, as the man forbade him to help, he didn't dare to help either. Aaron is used to things like this.
The crash three years ago made Aaron a regular, losing his eyesight just like he was set to be an heir to Brewster's wayward family.
Aaron reaches for his black cane, then walks slowly to the door, several times his assistant wants to help him continue forbidding.
Aaron's face was handsome, but it would turn ugly when they knew the man was blind. Some slanted comments are often heard especially when all shareholders want it dropped from the position of the company's President.
Not a few workers look down at him, many who gossip for nothing have good looks but can't see.
Robbin opens the car door and helps Aaron to get in the car. The man was so loyal to Aaron that even his presence was riotous when an employee commented on his superiors.
"They -"
"What about your investigation? "Said Aaron, cutting off Robbins' words.
Aaron seemed to be okay with what happened to him when the last three years have been so much contempt for him.
"The result is still the same, you overruled a single accident."
"I see," she muttered softly, leaning over her body and gently massaging her head.
"We're going back to the apartment, Robbin," he exclaimed.
The man on the wheel was a secretary who had worked for five years-Robbin vendor, the trusted man.
Emily, on the other hand, was sitting while shaking her glass of wine, enjoying red wine with her eyes closed. A man with a battered face bound and his mouth plastered was gazing at Emily sitting on a chair.
The woman frowned at a face that didn't seem frightened at the sight of her. This made him move from his seat and then closer to the man in front of him.
The clothes he wore were identical to the hired killers, wearing boots not forgetting a gun and a knife in his right and left thigh. His stare is so cold. "You know why I came, don't you? "Emily asked as she squatted in front of him.
Seeing no answer upset him and struck the man with his head bowed. Her face is beautiful but underneath beauty is an atrocity that will deceive everyone.
Instantly he yanked the hair off the man's head making his lookup. "As you understand why I'm here," he cried again. "Seeing your expression like that makes me very sure that you are that defector. No wonder there was a disturbance in the organization, but the traitor was very close, "Emily blurted as she moved her gaze around the room.
"What information have you leaked so far? "Emily asked as she tugged his hair made him weep with pain. "Answer."
There was no answer from the man, only a rumbling sound.
"Shit, I forgot you can't speak," Emily blurted as she uttered a word in her mouth. "Quickly say whatever you tell them," Emily instructed.
When the word came out the guy suddenly spat on Emily's face, it made that beautiful woman so angry.
"Well, if you don't want to say it. I will find out for myself, "Emily blurted so nimbly with her hands to kill the man who had betrayed her.
The blood splashing in her face filled with blood. The man's body instantly fell to the floor, wide-eyed.
"Damn it, I wasted five minutes," he said, wiping the blood off his face.
After handling the man, he looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes and he has to meet someone right away. Still, in her black work clothes with the rest of her blood still on her face, she came into the room a few moments ago.
"Someone wants you to take the file." Deborah - the assistant placed a brown envelope on the table.
"Don't we have people who can do it? Why should I? "Asked Emily, he refused to do this job because it was so easy for him to pick up the files.
"They don't want anyone else, they want you. He's our VIP client."
Vana frowned, looked at her assistant. "VIP?"
"Yes. He's been our client for years."
"HHM. All right, "answered the brief van. "Just take the files. It's easy for me, "he added as he picked up the files on the table and opened them.
To be continued
