The morning was bright and beautiful as usual. Sunlight streamed through the tall skyscrapers, lighting up the whole city in gold. The sky was clear and blue. The city was busy just like it was in every other morning. Cars humming, people rushing, ambition filling the air. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of a luxurious penthouse suite, painting the marble floor in soft gold.
At the office room, a man sat at the desk. His hands on the expensive mahogany desk table. He was in his late forties. He was of bellow average height, had plump chubby physique, and small bidy eyes. His hair was grayish, and the mark of age was all over his ugly plump face. He wore an expensive tuxedo. A watch worth millions was on his wrist and ten of his fingers had gold rings containing expensive gem stones.
He was Willium Jackson.
Age forty nine.
One of the wealthiest business tycoon in the country.
He owned money and property worth billions.
He was arrogant but falls easily for flattery, even if it's fake.
His weaknesses were beautiful women, alcohol and money.
He was also known for verious scandals involving women.
And right now, he needed a secretary in his office, so he was interviewing verious candidates. But none satisfied his expectations. He was frustrated.
"Useless! Is there no one worthy for my company?! This is so frustrating!" Yelled Willium.
"It's not surprising, sir. Considering the quality of your company and your high taste, no one even comes close to your standard." Said Jerry, willium's most trusted employee and adviser. A fake smile on his lips. The mockery in his tone was clear, but willium, who loved hearing praises about himself didn't notice it. Instead, he smirked smugly that made his ugly face even more hideous.
"You really said it, Jerry." Willium said happily.
Jerry smiled mockingly as he looked at the next resume. Willium looked at him.
"Who is next?" He asked curiously.
"Here sir. Look at this." Jerry handed the resume to his boss. The moment Willium saw the photo on the document, he froze.
"She is gorgious!" Exclaimed Willium. Indeed the photograph of the woman on the resume was gorgious.
"What are you watching for, Jerry?!" Barked Willium. "Call her in!"
Jerry said with mock politeness, "won't you check the candidate's information on the CV first, sir?"
"I have seen what I needed to see. Now bring her in." Said Willium with disdain.
"Of course, sir." Jerry said.
He walked out of the room and called out, "Next! Nancy Grey!"
Outside, among the waiting candidates, a young woman stood up. She was tall and very beautiful. She wore a white formal shirt, tucked into a formal pencil skirt that reached below her knees and high heals. Her clothes fitted her slender curvy figure beautifully and modestly. Her long silky wavy golden blonde hair tied up neatly in a high ponytail. Smooth bangs framed her strikingly beautiful face full of gentle innocence. Her large expressive green eyes framed with long thick lashes. Her green eyes full of gentle innocence. Her make up subtle: soft pink lips, light shimmer on her eyes. She looked gentle. Approachable. Harmless. A beautiful woman.
"It's me, sir." She said politely in her soft melodious voice.
She was so beautiful, that Jerry himself felt his heart race. But he calmly said, "come."
From outside the office room, Jerry knocked the door twice.
"Come in." Came a voice from inside. Jerry opened the door and Nancy politely said, "may I come in, sir?" The moment Willium's bidy eyes fell on her, a dirty smirk spread accross his lips. He said, "come in, miss Grey."
She stepped in. And when Willium gestured for her to sit down, she gracefully sat down on the seat in front of the mahogany desk table.
Willium looked at her and said, "So, Nancy Grey. Age Twenty two. Skilled in accounts. Correct?"
Nancy smiled gently and said, "yes sir." Willium took her interview which was interview in name only. Actually he flirted with her the entire time. And Roxanne... No, Nancy played along perfectly without raising any Suspicion.
The feeling of self satisfaction and victory made her smug with joy in the inside. 'Perfect. He is falling in my trap.' She thought. But on the outside, she maintained her innocent gentle image. In the end, she managed to secure the job as Willium Jackson's secretary.
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Night had fallen over the city. The luxury apartment was quiet. Roxanne came out of the bathroom. Her long golden blonde hair was damp. Her tall slender curvey body was bare. Her smooth fair skin glistened a little from her bath. The scent of rose scented soap lingered on her skin. The scent of luxury shampoo lingered on her hair.
She always put great effort in taking care of her body. Her hair, her skin, her figure. She took care of it all perfectly. Why would she not? Her beauty, her youth, her body, they were her great weapons. And as the welder of the weapon, she always worshipped it.
Roxanne stopped right in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.
She smirked.
Her body, which was her greatest weapon is now completely bare.
And her sharp green eyes drank the sight of herself with pride and satisfaction.
"I am so beautiful." She murmured. Her tone full of Pride.
She trailed one hand on her own naked body reverently. Her hand touched her forehead. Then trailed down her nose through her cheek, her soft full lips, to her chin. Then to her slender neck, her coller bone, her beautiful ample breasts, her flat stomach, to her thigh. She stroked her face and body repeatedly with reverence. Her green eyes sparkled with pride as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
"No matter how much I look at myself, my heart never feels satisfied." She murmured. Then she rested her forehead reverently on the mirror.
Yes.
Her body was her greatest weapon. And as the welder of the weapon, she believed she needed to take care of it and she loved it.
She picked up her comb and began running it through her soft damp golden blonde hair, gently combing her hair when her phone rang.
Her green eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Who the hell dared to call me when I am worshiping my weapon?!" She growled and snatched her phone from the bed. But as soon as she checked, her eyes softened. It was a call from an unknown number. She knew who it was. She quickly received the call and smoothly said in a low voice,
"113 reporting, sir."
Yes.
113 was Roxanne Adams' code name in Gabriel's gang.
From the other side, a smooth deep velvety voice answered, "Roxanne. How did it go today? Report."
Roxanne chuckled as she heared her lover's voice. Gabriel was the only one who made her genuinely happy. His voice, his presence calmed her. She could feel it. He truly loved her. And she loved him genuinely, truly.
"Gabriel, you kill joy." She said playfully. "You just called your lover at eight in the evening and all you ask her is about that? You are truly hopeless."
Gabriel let out a low chuckle on the other end of the line. The sound smooth and dark, like velvet brushed against steel.
"You enjoy provoking me," he said. "But I called because I trust you. And because I wanted to hear your voice. Now report."
Roxanne softened.
"Fine. The interview went exactly as planned," she said, her tone shifting smoothly into professional precision. "He didn't look at my qualifications once. Hired me on the spot. William Jackson is predictable-vain, careless, and desperate to be admired."
"Good," Gabriel said. "Did anyone suspect?"
"No." Roxanne said. "No one suspected anything. Things went just as planned."
From the other side of the phone, a low chuckle came. Then Gabriel's voice came.
"Good work. So how long will you need to complete the mission?"
Without hesitation Roxanne said, "One week. Just give me one week and Willium Jackson will be at your feet. I start officially tomorrow. I'll gain his trust soon. He won't even notice the net tightening."
A faint smile touched Gabriel's lips on the other end of the line. "That's my Golden Thorn. I am counting on you." He said. "Now get some rest. Tomorrow begins the real game."
Roxanne smiled, slow and confident. "Sleep well, Gabriel. And leave everything to me."
The call ended.