THE GALA (Part:1)

...KEAN...

Finally! I can feel you again.

"That control freak! Why did he kill my manager?!! I was keeping her alive for a reason!"

Asta slams her fist on the glass coffee table in frustration.

Why did you leave me? When I woke up, I didn't feel your presence.

I was not pleased.

Listen, my darling and lovely reader~

I am a very patient man but don't do that again.

I feel Asta throw a couch pillow in my direction.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

I roll my eyes and catch the pillow before it hits my face.

"Calm down. This is nothing new. You know we can handle this."

She huffs in frustration, standing up from the Couch. Her golden gown sways as it hugs her curves perfectly, straps of the gown hang low on her shoulders. The back is tastefully low-cut, adding a touch of allure.

"Asta, it's just like the old days. The three of us, working together to take down 'bad guys'? What has gotten you so worked up?"

I voice out, feeling suspicious of her behavior. She is acting very strange. It's not the first time her Managers have gotten killed by Napoleon. And whenever he did that, she was all smiles and joyful.

"I had a perfect plan! And he fucking ruined It by butting in."

She walks past me, bumping her shoulders with mine, still angry as she calls a cab for us. I follow behind. Putting my hands in my dark violet suit pocket.

After 30 minutes we reached the place, walking in.

The big, fancy mansion looks like a fairy-tale castle, all lit up and surrounded by gardens. Inside, there's a grand entrance with a staircase, and a ballroom with high ceilings and pretty decorations. People in fancy clothes are chatting, and there's a lot of laughter and clinking glasses, celebrating a top-notch business party.

Ah..I wish you were my plus one, I would love to dance with you.

My hand in yours as I twirl you around on the dance floor. Our bodies will perfectly fit together, like we are made for eachother.

Asta leads me through the ballroom. I pause, looking up at the Grand Staircase. I nudge Asta's side to make her look.

Descending the Staircase with a commanding Presence, He tugs on his black suit, his sharp eyes settle onto mine as he glares at me through his glasses. His gloved hands grip the railing of the stairs as he descends to the last step.

Everyone in the room is watching him, but he is looking straight at me. His whole presence screams authority and power.

Well darling~ this is Napoleon Dante. Our employer. We three go way back. Best friends, partners in crime. Until one day, He found someone who made him rich and now we do his dirty work. I feel Asta's murderous Intent as she glares at him.

clank!

Champagne glass in his left hand. He is wearing a pure silver ring in his right hand, middle finger. He knocks the glass gently with his middle finger to get everyone's attention.

Which was already on him by the way. I roll my eyes at his show.

Who is he trying to impress?

He looks at everyone present, with a calculating smile. Asta shifts beside me, I give her a reassuring pat on the back.

"we got this." I whisper to her. She nods reluctantly.

I know what Napoleon is thinking, how we can make all these people drop to their knees for him.

"Welcome, Everyone! Cheers to the first gala hosted for Charity! This shall hold the potential for mutual growth and prosperity."

His stern and authoritative voice echoes in the vast of the ballroom. Everyone cheers and claps. As the real party begins, Napoleon walks towards us with a smile, maintaining the facade.

Asta straight up lunges at him, but I stopped her before she could.

"Man, what were you thinking, killing another one just like that?"

I mock him. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you ask her?"

"This is nothing to do with me! This time at least."

Asta grunts out in frustration.

Darling, I am confused. What are these two talking about. But I don't get the time to ask as Napoleon is swept away by some businessman to talk about some shit that I don't care blah blah and when I turn to my side, Asta is also gone.

Maybe she found her target. So that means, it's play time.

It's now me and you, darling.

Let's sneak around.

Napoleon greeted the guests, but he is not the one who hosted this event in the first place. It's actually, someone much more powerful than him.

You get it now, my lovely Darling. Our mission is to kill this Man, that Napoleon works under.

My crimson eyes scan the Ballroom, guards on every door. It will be a little difficult to get past them.

"Sir, this is a restricted zone. No guests Allowed."

A guard stops me. Shit, she saw me going to the far left side of the ballroom. I stand straight, having a relaxed demeanor.

"It is? I thought this was the way to the restroom."

I chuckle and wink at the guard. She blushes. Looks like my charm is working. I lean close and run my hand through my hair.

"I don't mind if you show me the way."

she raises her eyebrows at me.

"To the restroom, sir?"

"Do you have something else in mind?"

She coughs and she moves away from me. She gestures to me with her hand to follow her. she opens the door and we are walking in a dimly lit hallway. Many rooms on either side of us as we walk.

"N-no... Sir. Come with me. It's this way."

Too easy. This always works. I wonder if this can also work on you, as well.

I walk behind her as she leads me towards the restroom.

Any minute now...

"THIS IS HORRIBLE! Stop!! Someone please help!"

A small smirk graces my face as I hear a voice shout from one of the rooms. The guard gets on high alert and starts to run towards the voice.

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