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You stared at each other for a few moments, no words between the two of you. He seemed to be looking you up and down. He had on a suit, black jacket and pants with a white shirt and a purple tie to match your dress. His watch was a silver to correspond with your jewelry. And those stupid square glasses that framed his eyes just right, making them pop, alongside the sharp blue. You swallowed.
"Wesley?" A voice shouted from behind you and you spun, seeing not only Karen, but Foggy as well. Karen grabbed you and yanked you back inside, making you stumble over the dress and the heels. Foggy stood in the doorway, and you could see Wesley over his head, his brows furrowed. "You don't want to deal with him, I don't know what type of date or whatever, is he your sugar daddy?" Karen suddenly spouted. You stared at her, eyes wide and mouth open.
"I- I have no idea what you mean, sugar daddy," you said, shock still evident in your face.
"Oh! I thought- I was just, I mean," she stumbled and stopped talking, ducking her head and sucking her lips in.
You turned around to see Foggy and Wesley staring at you, the former smugly and the latter was staring at you shocked. You bit your lip and rushed out the door, mumbling a few things to Karen about how you'll talk when you get home and shut the door aggressively. You lead the way down the stairs before he grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"I have not told you anything yet, girl, and I expect you to listen to me while I tell you the details," he hissed into your ear when the old lady underneath your floor opened her door before he smiled at her, adjusting your zipper. You smiled at her as well before you continued walking. He moved ahead of you and opened the door to the SUV, helping you in before settling himself next to you. You crossed your legs, your skirt slit opening and flashing the holster. "You aren't going to need that," he said out loud.
"I don't care," you responded simply.
He grabbed your jaw and turned your head, making you stare straight into his eyes. Your heart jumped, stomach and thighs clenching.
"Number one, you do not speak to me like that. Now I'm going to go over what you need to know unless you'd like to blow your own cover, Ellen," he hissed. You nodded as much as you could while still in his grasp. He let go and shifted back to where he had been. "The IED will stick to cloth, hence the reason it is inside of a bag. When we enter, you will stay on my side the entire time. I say you jump, you jump. No questions.
"Should we end up not getting this done today, there is another chance in a few weeks time. This is an image of the man you're going to stick it to," a picture of him popped up on the screen next to you. "We get him alone, I'll get him distracted and you just have to get it on him. After that, you give me the detonator and go on your way. You get out of the area, preferably within a 10 mile-radius," he finished.
The trees continued flashing by, and you watched them. You turned back to him. He wasn't even looking at you when he placed a purple lacy mask in your lap. When you looked up, he had already placed his own on himself. You did the same.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," you snapped.
Arriving at the gala, he opened the door an exited first before helping you out, offering his arm and you took it. Rising up, you didn't reach much higher than you did before. Keeping a hand on his arm, you let him lead you into the gala, getting through security without even being stopped. When you got in, everything was bright. The chandeliers overhead were lit with hundreds of lights, huge and dangling hundreds of feet above your heads.
The walls were decorated with ribbons and posters of the biggest people, including that of Rigoletto. There were hundreds of round tables with vases and a few flowers inside, candles lit on them. On the far end of the hall was a huge table, but many doors littered along. Wesley led you behind the long table and into one of them, flashing a card to the guard standing outside of it and leading you inside.
"Ah, Wesley!" Someone exclaimed, and he paused. Turning, a tall man, bald and in a white suit stood. A woman hung off of his arm wearing white as well. "You're just in time, we were speaking with Mr. Rigoletto about his recent flood of shortcomings and how we could help handle them, care to join?" You felt Wesley tense up and relax, leading you to the couch where a few other wealthy elites sat. "And who is this you've brought with you?"
"This is Ms. Bucharest," he introduced, sitting down with you next to him. Rigoletto sat right next to you and your stomach turned, even with the little mask he had on you would've been able to know who he was with his face plastered everywhere. "She is wonderful and was just telling me more about life within Landman and Zach, right, honey?" He turned to you.
You nodded, smiling softly. "It's honestly amazing working there, I really enjoy it," you spoke quietly, trying to open your handbag quietly. Wesley placed his hand over yours, keeping it closed and raised his eyebrows just slightly.
"My, a beautiful woman like you, with someone the likes of Wesley. How has he managed to keep you happy?" Rigoletto asked, his thigh shifting against yours and you uncrossed before re-crossing your legs, making sure that you didn't touch him, but causing you and Wesley's thighs to touch.
You giggled softly, a faux smile on your lips. "He has his ways, but I'm not too privy on revealing that, lest someone else learns about it," you turned and smiled at him, resting your hand overtop his. He seemed to smile back.
Rigoletto hummed. "I have my own charms, you know," he placed his hand on your thigh, too close to your holster for you to be comfortable. You shifted, glancing at the few others who had began to become deep in conversation. You swallowed thickly. Your palms were clammy, and you felt it start to congregate on Wesleys hand and you nervously wiped it away.
You half listened to them, trying to calm yourself while you watched from the corner of your eye as Rigolettos hand made its way further up your thigh.
"Either way, Mr. Rigoletto, I highly doubt that you'll be capable of doing this, if I'm honest," the man across from you said, causing Rigolettos hand to jerk away. You swallowed thickly and relaxed, feeling yourself slowly relax. Your thighs stuck together from the nervous sweat that collected, and you were pulling yourself from Wesleys side. Your hands folded in your lap.
You zoned out of the conversation again, staring blankly at the wall over the other mans shoulder. You felt the couch next to you rise and watched as Rigoletto stood, shaking hands with the few people before leaving.
The man said your name and your head snapped straight at him. "Were you able to place it on him?" You gaped.
Wesley leaned over and whispered that was your shared employer and you swallowed even harder at that. "No, I wasn't. He was, he, I got groped by him. I tried to but-"
"Maybe this is not a good time, then," Wesley stopped you and the door opened once more as Rigoletto took a seat next to you once more. Your grit your jaw. How were you going to do this with not only one of your bosses in front of you, but your partner stopping you as well. They continued their conversation and you leaned back into the couch. Grabbing a drink from one of the passing waiters, you drank it slowly and methodically.
"Honey, could you show me to the restroom, please?" You said, loud enough for everyone to hear but quiet enough to be considered polite. Wesley nodded and excused you two. Once you passed a corner you turned on him. "I can't do my half of the job with you stopping me from pulling my items out. I need it," you hissed.
"You can't just pull it out in broad daylight, you know. It needs to be done quietly. Take it out now and get ready to stick it to him. At this point, we might as well just get this over with," he was grinding his teeth as well before a few guards came down the hall. You two fell into each other and you giggled quietly into his chest. The men came up to you.
They looked between the two of you. "We have news about a possible weapon being on a person in the building, please hand us over your handbag," one demanded, holding his hand out. You pulled it into the jacket, looking offended.
"I- I honestly can't, I have a few things in here I need. I should really get to the restroom as well, since that was the original plan, but quite honestly-" he yanked your hand out and took your bag. Wesley had to bite his tongue. He grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the two, bringing you back to your employer.
"Sir, Ms. Bucharest isn't feeling well so I'm going to be bringing her home, I'll see you soon," he nodded to the lady next to him and Rigoletto. You held your breath the entire way back into the car before it took off. "Tell me you didn't just let them take it," he almost pleaded.
You reached into his jacket and he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Staring at him, you pulled your wrist out and reached into his inner pocket and pulled the bagged up IED from it. "I'm not dumb," you whispered, still feeling the phantom hand of Rigoletto on your thigh. He took it from you.
You shifted over to the door, leaning against it while watching the trees once more. You just wanted to get home and sleep at this point. You felt a small tug at the back of your head and turned, watching him place the detonator with the IED. He put them back into his suit jacket.
"The next date will be sent in a file," he started, facing straight and sitting tight.
"I need you guys to start dropping it off somewhere other than my place of work, preferably my location," you whispered to him. A few more sick leaves and you were going to have to start depending on Bee for everything.
You turned back to the window and rested, pulling your feet up and unbuckling the heels, resting your feet next to you on the seat.
You don't remember how you got back inside, but Karen was a little richer the next morning.