Prologue
September's
Target locked.
I focused myself. I watched the man's every move. I watched how his hands raised and waved when he's pointing out something, how he walked firmly and gracefully.
And here I am, waiting for my cue—my cue to kill him.
"Just stop moving, idiot..."
I smirked when he finally stopped. I licked my lower lip at bahagyang idiniin ang gatilyo.
"Three, two, one, and..." Nagkagulo ang mga taong laman ng opisina nang bumagsak ang target ko na duguan na. "Bull's eye."
Mabilis pa sa alas-kwatro akong nag-ayos ng mga gamit ko at lumabas ng kwarto. Kaswal akong naglakad at pangiti-ngiti pa sa mga taong nadaan na parang wala akong ginawang krimen. I laughed inside nang halos matulala at mabunggo sa dinadaanan nila yung mga lalaking napagtripan kong ngitian.
Mga lalaki nga naman...ang ganda ko kasi, eh.
Sumakay ako sa sasakyan ko nang makalabas ng gusali. I dialed a certain number at pinakinggan itong mag-ring habang nagda-drive ako.
"Hello?"
"Mission accomplished," simpleng sagot ko.
"Oh, Kill." I can sense the recognition in his voice. "Very well. I'll send the money to your account right away."
"Good." Pinatay ko na agad ang tawag. Gusto ko sanang makipagkwentuhan kaso kailangan maging professional. Kaasar.
Oh, well, at least I'm fifteen million richer today. Yipee.
This is September Imperial's way of living. Welcome to my world.
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Sulli's
"Our agenda for today is—"
"M-ma'am Trajico!"
Lahat kami ay napalingon sa taong biglang pumasok dito sa conference room na sumigaw ng pangalan ko. Mukhang natataranta ito.
"You should've knock first," I stared at him, fighting myself not to roll my eyes. "What do you want?"
Bakas sa mukha niya ang pagkapahiya at tumikhim. "I-I'm sorry."
"May sasabihin ka ba? Just make sure that it is important or else..." I gave him a threatening look.
"Y-your corporate p-partner, Mr. G-gonzales...he's dead. He was killed a few minutes ago. In-assassinate daw p —"
"Okay."
"Ma'am?"
"I said, okay. You can go now." I told him firmly, clearly unaffected with the sudden news. I tried to be as polite as possible without compensating my authority in the place.
"S-sorry, Ma'am!" Taranta niyang sabi at tuluyan nang lumabas ng opisina.
"That's Sulli Trajico, a real model of a businesswoman."
"Scary, though."
"But a gorgeous one."
"Still scary."
Umismid ako. Hindi ko na pinansin ang mga walang kwenta nilang bulungan. "Let's continue."
This is how I live life. I don't care to anyone except for my company and myself.
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