Behind the mask

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

It was her phone that beeped, notifying Nora that the agent she was supposed to be working with tonight was at the bar. Immediately, she retracted her steps from the dance-sitting arena and headed back to the bar. She could see a few people with wine glasses and shots. She wondered who the agent was since she hadn't met with him before the event. It was part of the condition for this investigation and she didn’t mind. She assumed that the person whoever it was would have an idea of her since the agent might have been working with their Media house before her arrival, they must have sent the person her picture.

Nora could see a man staring at her and she wondered if the agent was a man. It should probably be, she concluded about walking up to him when someone burst into her. She staggered, struggling to save her pause and she held onto her mask. She can't risk anyone seeing her face. “s**t!” she muttered, recovering from the hit.

This person, whoever it is that just collided with her, is heavier enough to weigh a lot of pounds, though they didn’t fall to the ground she could feel her head spinning due to the effect. They both collided by the side, hitting her face and part of her breast with his shoulder. Nora regained herself, looking up to see a lady standing in front of her with a head held and staring into her face as if she could see through her mask to her real face.

“You should be more careful next time,” she said with no sense of remorse in her tune.

“Excuse me. You bumped into me!” she protested but the lady whose face was painted so heavily with makeup that Nora could see the lining of her lips and brows with her long lashes raised a hand, showing off her well manicured fingers with the long red painted nails.

Nora notices a man standing behind her whom she is trying to shield her from getting through to. She was about to reach out to him to demand a proper apology when a guy dressed in a security suit wanks him away from the scene.

“You can go sulk in hell. You just ruined my mouth” Ava cussed with a smirk before basking away from Nora as well.

Nora is left stunned and perplexed, her brain trying to replay the whole drama over and over again in her head. She is searching for something, a hint that can link that accident to her fault, maybe that would help reduce the anger that is building up in her throat right now. She feels like throwing up on her face, her pretty disgusting face.

“That anger can do you a lot of good,” a calm baritone voice said behind her, his words almost like a whisper.

He is wearing a blue tuxedo with a black shirt inside. Weird. Nora thought as she looked up at him, the mask covering his face. The only thing she noticed was his height, he wasn’t so tall. He is even struggling to match up with her height. His lips twisted in the form of what Nora would describe as a smile, she pointed to an empty seat with Nora following his command.

“I am agent TRUE” his lips twisted again as he said his name with a hand stretched out for Nora. She took his hand in hers, offering back a smile of relief.

“Finally, the agent that almost got me into…”

“That was such a display and I am not apologizing for it,” he defended with a chuckle.

“You think it was funny?” Nora asked, wondering what a strange man she was sitting with.

“You didn’t find it funny?” he returned her question. He raised his left hand signaling the waiter to fill their glasses. Nora shakes her head.

“You don't drink?” his brow raised in a form of surprise.

“I would rather not, for now,” she sighs, looking at her wristwatch.

“Just a glass won't cause any harm. Besides, you need it to clear your head. There is a lot in store for you tonight and you are just getting started, I bet you will be grateful for taking my advice at the end of tonight.” he stretched the glass of wine to her and she collected it with no complaints.

Nora took her first gulp wondering what he meant by there is a lot in store for her tonight. I mean, she is already getting sick of this gathering. She isn’t feeling like her usual curious secret investigative self tonight. The feeling just worsened after her encounter with the little b***h. Nora sighs at the thought of her being a b***h. What if she was wrong? One thing is for sure, many of these rich folks are bitches with lots of secrets hiding in her cupboard and her very mission is to deface them. To uncover their masks and reveal them to the people they have been deceiving and misleading.

“Listen up folks, I am assuming we have had enough to drink to get us started for tonight. Here is the time we have been waiting for!” the voice breaks.

Nora turns her focus to the speaker, he is at the sitting arena with a tiny mic connected to his suit as he announces.

“The dance floor is ready to welcome us! Come up, there is still much fun to unravel tonight,” he ended with a grind which Nora could say was evil.

Some minutes into the dance with True hands in hers, Nora wonders if his real name is True. What sort of parents would name their child that? She did not care much though, the accidental bump kept playing in her mind over and over as she and TRUE were moving their body slowly with rhythm. They didn’t do much, just move their bodies and watch out for people. He informed her to be alert monitoring the moves of most people here as he has yet to disclose the real target to her. She assumes they were all under surveillance, it was a small crowd. Something growls inside of her as she sees the b***h that spoke rudely to her, still, she can't get the perfect glimpse of the guy she is dancing with, she definitely takes note of his height and his hair, he has a clean cut. His face must be cleanly shaven too, she imagined with a longing to reach out and touch it.