Melissa carefully fixed her table and arranged the files she needed, for the next few days after she had told everyone that she was leaving Avrilla city, she had lodged in a hotel far from the city and had continued with the assignment she was given till fruition."Where did I keep those cards," she rummaged the contents of the drawer as she searched for the items that had got her in the fix in the first place. "Stop being Clumsy Melissa, relax and think. Where did you put them?" She strolled herself and breathed. Several repetition of the act and her nerves were calm, her brain also seemed to cooperate as she recalled. Carefully she used the bedside table to elevate herself slightly above the wardrobe and she felt around the area with her hand. "Eureka!" She exclaimed when she found them. She had put them away the same day she had arrived the room so if incase the room service or anyone else searched her property for those items, they would not find them no matter what.She stuff

Melissa’s heels clicked against the sleek airport floor as she followed Ric through a corridor most travelers never saw. It was quiet, private, and reeked of exclusivity—the kind of place where powerful men passed through unnoticed.She didn’t belong there.Not because she lacked confidence, but because she wasn’t one of them. The entire mission required her to act, to pretend, but what she noticed was that Ric could slip into this role naturally. She, however, would felt like an outsider.She knew that she was more of an Elite than he would ever be or so she thought to herself but something about the way he carried himself disgusted her, she didn't attribute it to the fact that he was a great actor but she thought that he would stoop so low for just any job yet act so high and mighty. "Stupid leach, Aaliyah—Ric's fiancee would be embarrassed if she knew what he did for a living." Melissa muttered underneath her breath angrily as she looked over her shoulder to him.Ric, as always, se

Melissa’s heels clicked softly against the aircraft’s pristine floor as she stepped into the luxury jet. The tension in her shoulders loosened ever so slightly, but her guard remained up. They had made it through, but at what cost?Her mind reeled at the way airport security had reacted to Ric. The fear. The respect. The utter deference.What the hell had he shown them?A deep voice interrupted her thoughts.“You screwed up.”Melissa stiffened.Frank.He stood near the entrance of the first-class cabin, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place.Melissa swallowed, keeping her face neutral. "I handled it."Frank arched a brow. “No, I handled it.” He stepped closer, his tone dropping just low enough for only her to hear. “I don’t know how you lost the passports, but next time, don’t expect to be lucky.”He presented the lost passports to her making her gasp. She clenched her fists but forced a steady breath. There would be no ‘next time’ for mistakes like this. She wouldn'

Melissa let out a slow breath, shifting against the plush leather of the reclining seat. The aircraft's quiet hum vibrated beneath her as she stared out of the panoramic window at the vast stretch of sky. The golden hues of the setting sun painted a mesmerizing view, but she wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it.Not when her mind was still reeling from the past few hours.She couldn’t shake the image of the airport staff’s reaction to Ric’s mysterious card—the way their faces had drained of color, how their hands had trembled as they stepped aside without a word. It was unsettling. Whatever influence Ric had, it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just money or status. It was something else.Something dangerous.Her fingers tapped absently against the armrest as she turned to glance at Ric. He sat across from her in the private first-class cabin, legs crossed, posture effortlessly relaxed, his hand swirling a glass of whiskey.He hadn’t spoken much since they boarded. Instead, he’d exchanged occa