At eight o'clock in the morning, Karen and D.C Madam, who was still sleeping with each other, were shocked by the sound of the room bell. Karen blinked her eyes, while D.C Madam swiftly got out of bed. She moved to get pajamas from inside the closet. 

The bell rang again twice because Karen and D.C Madam didn't open the door. Karen was reluctant to get out of the quilt. 

"It must be your manager," said D.C Madam, as she had washed her face. 

"Oh, he always arrives on time," Karen said, looking at her face complaining. 

"Do you want me to kidnap you?" D.C Madam whispered in Karen's ear. 

Karen was amused and chuckled, she woke up and replied, "If you do that, we'll be fugitives." 

"Oh, my dear. Why is your life tied to them? I wish you had met me first," D.C Madam said as if she didn't want to lose Karen. 

Karen chuckled. "Fate determines my life by a different path. I never even expected to meet you," Karen said, hiding her true feelings. Had life been able to repeat itself, Karen wouldn't have come to that park. Her decision to follow the three men became the beginning of all this. Karen was still grudging at the incident. 

"I have to go. I hope you don't get disappointed," Karen said looking at both eyes of D.C Madam. She took D.C Madam's hand and kissed the back of the hand. 

"No baby, I'm very satisfied. If only we could be together longer," D.C Madam said. 

Karen looked at both of Madam's D.C eyes gently and then pecked D.C Madam. They kissed for quite a while and fingered each other's bodies again. 

"Oh no. We can't do it anymore," Karen said, pulling her own body out of D.C Madam's arms.  

If only it were not bound by the contract agreement, D.C Madam would have forced Karen to satisfy her again. 

Karen got out of bed and hurriedly opened the door. Karen hid her body behind the door, she took a little peek to talk to her Manager, "Do you want to go in or wait outside? I'm not dressed yet," Karen said. 

"I'm waiting here," said Manager Karen who could only see part of Karen's face. 

Karen ran to the bathroom. She urinated and washed her face. Without taking a shower, she put on her clothes again. After getting dressed, she gave a farewell peck to D.C Madam. 

"Thank you for having fun with me," Karen said. 

D.C Madam smiled, "You're welcome," she said.

D.C Madam drove Karen all the way to the door. She also had a face-to-face meeting with the Manager. They exchanged greetings for good manners. 

Karen followed the manager's footsteps without turning her head to D.C Madam. In the elevator, the Manager asked how their night was going. Karen's lips raised slightly, she realized that the Manager's question was asked to find out whether or not it worked to make D.C Madam swallow her poison.

"Great night. I also managed to get her to take pills. She even used her perfume before we started," Karen said proudly. 

"Good," greeted the manager. 

Karen turned her head, staring at the side face of the man who seemed to be always cold and formal to her. His appearance was always in a black and white suit. The Manager is like never changing clothes. That consistency aside, Karen never saw the man smile either. Karen turned her face back because she couldn't find anything she wanted to see. 

A week later the whole media was talking about the death of D.C Madam who was found in a casino hotel after a party. The Casino Hotel belongs to D.C Madam herself. As the name implies, the hotel not only provides a luxurious stay room for its guests but also a special place to gamble in the casino. 

A news anchor excitedly reported the death of D.C Madam. 

"D.C Madam's real name Is Pretty Crossovia is a businesswoman who is known to have close ties to several politicians. That closeness led to a scandal five years ago because D.C Madam was arrested by the authorities on suspicion of a prostitution case." 

"D.C Madam is accused of being the one who provided comfort women for meetings held at the Los Angeles Hotel Casino. Allegedly, many politicians enjoyed the services of this D.C Madam. Nonetheless, D.C Madam evaded being called running an illegal business. D.C Madam was not detained in the case because of insufficient evidence to trap her, however, she was under the supervision of the public authorities protesting because D.C Madam was simply released. The public wants the case of D.C Madam involved in prostitution with officials to be thoroughly investigated," the anchor said, taking a short pause to take a breather.  

On camera, the news anchor continued, "Five years have passed after the case. D.C Madam seemed to be calm and did not make any movements that made the authorities have to restrain her. Yesterday, she was found dead in her hotel room. Authorities are investigating the cause of her death. An interim statement from the authorities said there was no sign of violence experienced by D.C Madam." The female anchor of the news sighed for a moment. "D.C Madam's personal assistant mentioned D.C Madam looked calm on her bed," she said. 

Appearing on the glass screen is the form of the hotel room where D.C Madam was found dead. The camera highlights the inside. It looks luxurious and neat. Karen watched all that while drinking tea with her Manager. 

"The data I read was worse than the reporter could have reported. If they get that data and compile it into a news report, I think the world will explode, right?" said Karen casually. Her legs are crossed. She sat on the porch next to her house with the manager. Among them is a table for tea. From where she was, Karen could turn off the TV using the remote. 

"I think so," said the Manager, seemingly less interested in Karen's thinking. 

"Of course, it will definitely explode. Because D.C Madam is related to big names. Even people can't believe that the politician who seems to be defending the people is using the services of D.C Madam. I saw a list of pedophiles," Karen said, leaning forward, her voice hugging and winking at the Manager. The tea in the cup was undulating. 

Karen took a little sip of the tea and then put it on the table. She doesn't wear makeup at home. She always appeared innocent while at home. 

"If they do an autopsy, they won't find anything. The poison disappeared from her body after successfully taking her life," Karen said. 

"How exactly does your artificial poison work?" the Manager responded with a question. The Boss wants the Manager to investigate how Karen makes poisons and antidotes, and also learn how Karen's artificial poisons work. 

"It's just like coffee. The liquid enters the body and becomes part of your body. The speed of work depends on how much you consume. The more you consume it, the more unhealthy you will be and can sleep in peace like D.C Madam," Karen replied.

Karen was obviously unwilling to share the secret of the poison. Karen guessed that the Black Organization, which overshadowed the Screen Pleasure, was unwilling to let her go. Nonetheless, Karen hadn't found any other way to be free from there except by carrying out their orders. Karen thinks that by being able to become more and more dangerous for them, one day she can find loopholes, for example, taking advantage of their own secrets to leave the organization. At this time, while working, Karen was trying to draw up various backup plans to break free.

The manager looked at Karen with a lot of consideration in his head. He already knew that Karen would not share the secret of the potion. 

"I think I understand how it works," said the Manager. He pretended to be satisfied with Karen's answer. He also positioned himself as Karen. Had she been Karen, he wouldn't have told his interlocutor about the secret of the poison. Even if the interlocutor is a friend, secrets must still be secrets. The poison and antidote so far only Karen knows how to make it.

"You are indeed smart, Manager," Karen praised. She again sipped her tea. 

"Now, I have completed seventy-nine targets. Less than twenty-one people left," Karen said. Her face was smiling. 

"It's coming soon," the Manager said flatly. 

Karen scanned the garden thoughtfully, "They received client requests from the elite circles. That means there is a force protecting this Black Organization. I have to find out and stay careful."