I swirled the champagne in my glass idly as I observed the relentless transactions going on by the bar through my peripheral vision, occasionally bringing the flute up to my lips without actually sipping the alcohol. Standing beside me, Kyle was also doing the same thing, except I was well aware of how great he actually looked as if he was indeed a man of wealth like any everybody else in the room.
“Surely, you’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” he said in hushed tones.
Ever since we stepped foot into the bar, this guy has been continuously making my heart pound like crazy with his professional antics. I was starting to believe that I’d sooner drop dead from a heart attack than from whatever danger I’d come across during this assignment.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that woman’s a spy of
