He felt a tingle in his spine the second she was to approach him, yet, for once, he welcomed a second scare as the door was barged in. A mysterious figure nonetheless, as his face wasnât revealed by a dark cloth.Â
They simply delivered a manilla folder to the ground at their feet and disappeared from their view in an instant. She made a commentary, as the Ratchiian bent down and fiddled with the papers, skimming through the files and photos attached.
âI prefer-favour it this way.â he muttered distractedly.
His red eyes darted off the lines of the manuscript, as his face lied in mystery behind his mask. If she would approach, he would react a bit slowly but would try to back away until he had finished reading it himself.
With a bit of hesitation, he would hand it over to her, his scaly rat tail laying tensed up to the side as the exchange took place. Once to a halt, he would cover himself with the cloak, side-eyeing her as she read it herself.
There was something deeply unnerving about the girl, either because of the dangerous smell she gave or, rather, how enticing that exact same danger provoked him to want to know more, either because he was too curious for his own sake, or, maybe, because there was something behind it.
Either way, he remained silent and mute until she had finished reading it.Â
The target was a rich Chinese millionaire. She had a whole sky scrapper of her company and she usually moonshined there, working late with her retinue of economists and the like.Â
Especially, she had a thick security system, highly paid, and most notably, a set of defense systems that would complicate things even further. Even there was a certain uncertainty in his eyes.
âW-What are your skills, snake-thing?â he would start with, his jittering not getting any better.
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