CH#01

Six months ago,

I was getting ready for my day when a sharp knock on the door interrupted the silence in my room. I hummed and Marco, my loyal man, came in and stood near the door. He said,

"Sir, she's here." I frowned at him while adjusting my tie in front of the mirror and asked,

"Who?"

"She is the girl mentioned by Godfather at your last meeting," he said, looking at me through the mirror. My expression relaxed a bit, and I nodded, remembering the meeting with Godfather where I mentioned to him the need for a person for every possible work in disguise of another person, and he told me about her. I said while applying perfume,

"Alright, make her wait and I'll be there in a minute or two."

As Marco left, taking my command, I found it surprising that a woman would be in my organization. I took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob, and stepped out of the room, walking down the spiral staircase to the living room where she was patiently waiting. I saw her for the first time. She was wearing a black and white outfit suitable for home meetings, with a well-made hair bun and natural-looking makeup, with a bit of plumpness on her face. As I entered the living room, I said with a stoic facade,

"It's good to meet you... you must be?" and waited for her reply.