EPISODE 6: HER FIRST DAY OF WORK
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Goddess’s POV
On getting to the bar, I took a seat at the center counter and asked the barman to bring me my usual. While waiting, I happened to spot Johnathan at the corner, smoking at a lounge surrounded by girls. When our eyes met, he whispered something to the girl next to him, then got up and started walking towards me.
"Damn that S.O.B., not now," I thought. Luckily, my drink arrived on time. I picked up my glass and started sipping casually, pretending that I didn't see the 6ft tall man hovering beside me.
"Have you no manners, b***h?" he said with a huge frown on his face. Meanwhile, I still played deaf.
"Don't feel you're something just because you were given a simple mission. Me and my boys would have cleared that wimpy Dark Dragon Mafia ages ago if only I was given a chance."
I slowly took a sip from my drink and stirred the remaining contents in the glass before putting it down with a fake, stressed look on my face. "Geez... I've never seen a man who yaps so much. That's such a girlie thing to do," I said. It was obvious that it irked him because his face literally turned red from anger.
"Look here, you little wench," he said, gripping my shoulder in a death grip. He continued, "Don't think Antonio is going to be around to protect you every time. You better watch your back, 'coz accidents are prone to happen." He spoke, hoping to scare me.
"Well, if I were you, I'd call a doctor," I said, looking at the arm he placed on my shoulder. Without giving him time to process what I said, I grabbed the hand and crushed the fingers, earning a shriek from him. I stood up, still holding his crushed palm in my hand, and moved toward him while he backed off in fear until his back collided with the wall.
"It seems you didn't learn from the last encounter," I said, slowly and deliberately pressing harder on his hand, making him scream even more. By this time, we had already attracted the attention of almost everyone in the bar, and someone had called security. I could spot two guards walking towards us to stop a fight that might break out.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "The next time you threaten me like this, I won't just crush your hand—I'll take it home with me." I said before releasing him. I quickly walked back to the counter, paid for my drink, and left.
*Back at the Dark Dragon Headquarters*
Dante sat in his office when his right-hand man came over and whispered in his ear that his new personal assistant was spotted at a bar bullying a fat man. The identity of the man was unknown. Dante nodded and told the man to gather more info on the man and her. After his right-hand man left, he chuckled to himself and said:
"Diana Wilson, getting into trouble just after landing a job... how impressive. This is the first time in a while that my interest has been piqued. Just who are you?
*Goddess Pov*
"After I left the bar, the cool night air hit my face. My hand was still buzzing from the sensation of Johnathan’s bones shifting under my grip. It was a warning, not just to him, but to anyone in Dante's circle who thought I was a "simple girl" with a "simple mission."
Back at the headquarters, the shadows seemed longer.
Dante sat in his office, the glow of a single lamp casting his face in sharp relief. When Kai(his right hand man) finished his report about the "bullying" at the bar, Dante didn't look angry. He looked delighted.
"A fat man?" Dante asked, swirling the ice in his glass.
"That's what the scouts say, boss. She broke his hand like it was a dry twig. Didn't even break a sweat."
Dante’s chuckle echoed against the glass walls. "Johnathan is a loudmouth, but he’s a trained soldier. For her to dismantle him in public... she isn't just a soldier. She’s a message."
He turned his chair toward the window, looking out at the city skyline. "Diana Wilson... you aren't here for the paycheck, are you? You’re here for the throne. And I can’t wait to see you try to take it."
He took a slow sip of his drink, the fire in his eyes matching the amber of the whiskey. "Keep watching her, Kai. Don't interfer. I want to see what game she's playing"
THE FIRST DAY
The sun hadn't even fully come up when Diana’s alarm went off. Her head was still a bit fuzzy from the bar incident the night before. She had spent half the night wondering if Dante saw her at that bar, or if he noticed how she watched the room. She had to keep telling herself: You are Diana Willson. You are a regular girl. You are just a secretary.
She got dressed carefully. No tactical gear today. Just a simple, slim-fit grey dress and her glasses. She looked in the mirror one last time, took a deep breath, and headed to the mansion.
The "Dragon’s Den" wasn't just an office; it was a fortress tucked away on the edge of the city. As she pulled up to the gate, four guards with heavy guns stopped her car. They didn't care that she was pretty. They checked her ID, searched her bag, and even used a mirror to look under her car.
"Mr. Dante is waiting," one of them said, waving her through.
When she stepped into the main hall, she was hit by how quiet it was. It didn't feel like a home; it felt like a museum. Everything was cold marble and expensive art. A man named Marcus, the head of security, met her in the lobby. He looked like he hadn't smiled since the 90s.
"Rules are simple, Diana," Marcus said as he led her through the halls. "You stay in the designated areas. You don't touch his private files unless asked. You don't ask questions about the people who come and go. And most importantly, you never, ever go into the basement. Understand?"
"Understood," Diana said, playing the role of the polite, slightly nervous assistant.
They reached the top floor where Dante’s private home-office was. The doors were made of thick wood. Marcus knocked once and then stepped aside, leaving her to go in alone.
Dante was sitting behind a desk covered in papers. He didn't have a suit on today; just a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off tattoos that wrapped around his forearms. He looked rugged and tired, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.
"You're five minutes early," he said without looking up. "I like that."
"I don't like to keep people waiting, sir," Diana replied, walking to the smaller desk set up for her in the corner of the room.
The first few hours were boring. She organized files, answered phone calls, and scheduled meetings. It was almost easy to forget she was there to kill him. But every time she looked up, she could feel his eyes on her. He wasn't even hiding it. He was studying her every move.
Around noon, the door burst open. A man ran in, looking panicked. "Boss, the shipment from the docks... it’s been intercepted. They say it was the Night Owl boys."
Diana’s heart skipped a beat. The Night Owl? Her people? She kept her head down, pretending to type, but her ears were wide open.
Dante didn't scream. He didn't even stand up. He just leaned back and let out a slow, dark laugh. "Rufus is getting brave. He thinks because he lost a hundred men, he can just steal from me to make it up?"
He looked over at Diana. "Diana, leave us. Go get some coffee or something."
"Yes, sir," she said quickly. She stood up and walked out, but she didn't go to the breakroom.
As soon as the door closed, she slipped into a nearby hallway. This was her chance. While they were distracted by the shipment news, she could do some scouting. She moved silently—the way the Night Owl had trained her—heading toward the back stairs Marcus had told her to avoid.
She found herself in a hallway filled with locked doors. One door, however, was slightly cracked open. She peaked inside and saw a room filled with monitors. It was the security hub. But it wasn't just showing the house. It was showing files on every member of the Night Owl Organisation.
And right in the middle of the screen was a photo of her. Not as Diana Willson, but a blurry photo of her in her tactical gear as the Blood Goddess.
Her blood ran cold. He knew there was a female assassin. He just didn't know it was the girl sitting ten feet away from him.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Lost your way, Diana?"
She spun around. It was Dante. Her heart skipped a bit
TBC....
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