Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

On the twentieth floor of Crown Hotel and Casino, a slim woman with long, jet black hair was walking in the hallway. The pair of heels that she picked was new and she swore never to wear them again on missions like this. She hated running on them.

"Where is he?" She scanned the hallway from left to right when she reached an intersection. As she waited for a response, she heard tapping sounds from a computer keyboard coming from the inconspicuous earpiece. "Styles!"

"He's heading northeast of the building. It's ten meters away from where you are," he said. "Say... I was wondering... you like Chris, right?" He asked a question which was totally not related to their current mission.

In fact, Chris was standing next to Styles when he asked that question. He was there to check on Katherine's mission and Styles decided to 'get some intel' from her while Chris was listening.

"Chris is my handler, Styles. And he's my boss too. I don't... 'not' like him. Why are we talking about this right now?" She wondered while she hurried over to the location that he said. She wasn't annoyed by the question but she found it difficult to talk about things like that. Mainly because she did not know what Chris thought about her too.

"I just think that it's a shame how you and Chris are not in a relationship. You know that he loves you, right? And obviously, you also- Aw!" Styles flinched when Chris hit his head and glared at him.

"I do...'like him'. I admire the person that he is because he has always been there for me for years. What we have is nothing romantic; he's only my handler, my mentor and that's it."

Styles looked up to Chris to see his reaction but the man had an emotionless expression – he was unreadable. Trying to get something more from Katherine, Styles pressed on. "Aya yay. What if he proposes to you? Would you accept it?" Chris rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his waist; he planned to have a serious talk with this nerd after the mission.

A door slightly ajar at the end of the hallway has caught Katherine's attention. Stepping outside, she found herself on the rooftop, "I can't see him. Where's the subject?" Her brows knitted as she scanned the surroundings but could not see anyone. The wind blew past her and the skirt of her dress swept, exposing her legs from the now parted slit. The air was a bit chilly and her hands were getting cold.

More tapping sounds were heard as Styles tried to narrow down the location, "That's strange... there are no other exits. You should be able to see him there. Queen, are you sure you've checked thoroughly?"

"I'm positive. Help me out here," she searched over the edge of the wall and saw the twinkling city lights below her. From the rooftop, one could see how beautiful the city is at night. If only she was there to appreciate the view, but no...

In the office, Styles examined the different angles of the camera but even he did not see where the subject was hiding.

Just when Katherine was about to turn around, she caught sight of what looked like a cloth that fluttered in the wind below where she stood.

"Oh! Look who we have here... Well, hello there, Mr. Nang. Are you not afraid of falling down?" She spoke to the man who was standing on the flat roof edge that was just about a foot wide. Any mistake on footing would surely cause him to slip and fall. Katherine peeked with a wicked smile on her face, wondering what he was going to do now that she found him.

Peering in, she leaned over the edge and gave him a slight nudge using her delicate finger, "Why don't I help you up? Just promise me you'll give me what I ask for."

Her poking caused the man to pale when he thought that he was about to fall. 'This woman was crazy!' If she had pushed him harder, he probably would have already died!

But even after being scared, he still refused to give her what she wanted. He already had a feeling that someone was watching him. He hated having to do accounting fraud for Mr. Cook but what could he do? He had to earn for a living... however, recently, his conscience was already eating him up. He couldn't sleep anymore and so he decided that he would expose the truth.

He should have made copies! That's what he failed to do. He thought that he was going to get away with his plans that night. With a contorted face, Mr. Nang reacted, "You bitch! You'll never get it from me. I'd rather die!"

"Oof. Tsk Tsk Tsk You have such a bad mouth. Don't call me that, Mr. Nang. If you anger me, I might 'accidentally' push you off the building." Katherine prodded him again, making the man almost shit his pants from the fright. "Oopsies! We don't want that to happen, do we?"

"Get me out of here!" he shouted, realizing that he did not want to die yet.

"Not until you give me the file first."

The man did not believe that she has the guts to kill him so he retorted, "Over my dead-"

"Fine, have it your way," she said as she pushed the man's back. His body tipped over the building but her hand was fast since she caught his collar, keeping him from falling, "Hand it over."

The man's soul almost left his body from the terror, making him shriek and give up. "Aaaah I- I- I will! Bring me up!"

As soon Katherine was able to bring him back safely on the ground, she held out her hand, asking for the flash drive. He quickly reached inside his coat as if he was going to give her what she asked for but to her surprise, he hit her head with a hip flask. She was not able to evade in time that she stumbled slightly and her vision went hazy.

Mr. Nang scrambled to get away but she managed to grab his leg, causing him to trip. In one swift move, she took a syringe that was hidden in a strap attached to her thigh and injected him with a drug that made him lose consciousness. "There you go. When you wake up later, you will not remember a thing from tonight."

She slumped on the side to catch her breath. "Everything okay, Queen?" Styles spoke through the comms, bringing her focus back to the mission.

"Yes." She shook her head to concentrate though she felt a bit dizzy. She then started to look for the flash drive on the man's body. She searched his coat, his pockets, and even his shoes but she did not find any.

Her brows furrowed as she wondered where he could have placed the flash drive until a sudden thought flashed before her. Clenching her fists, she gritted her teeth in frustration when she realized where he might have hidden it.

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. "Oh no no no!"

"No!!!"

"No way!"

"What's wrong, Queen?" Styles questioned from the other line. Katherine and the subject were at a blind spot which was why Styles could not see what was happening at that moment.

She groaned. And like a child, she shook her body, grossed out with the idea of what she had to do just to get the file.

"Nothing, Styles!" she said through gritted teeth. She would never speak about this to anyone!

Breathing in and out, she closed her eyes and talked herself into doing it, "Just do it, Kath."

She looked at the unconscious man's face and was somehow thankful that he was at least good-looking before she unzipped his pants and undid the button.

She squinted her eyes and bit her lip as her heart drummed in her chest, hovering her shaky hand over his underwear.