PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER
THE SEASON 5 Part 13. The Troubled Spy 1
Kelly called. I had the same task again, trailing Sam Lynch, this time the same business luncheon. He met someone today and they wanted to detail anyone he met without me missing anything.
I invited some of my investors who were in NY to have lunch there in disguise. But I wandered more to the other side of my desk.
This time I had to turn my brain, the part that Sam Lynch's message was on the other end, hidden, had its own closed barrier, how did I get there. His security guards even kept a radius where I couldn't get close.
I can only photograph who is in and out.
"Kelly I can only have a limited view access, my camera can only reach the entrance of the room." I told him about the situation around the area
"Enable the video, we'll take a picture of whatever is there, uninstall the clock make the pendant set in your app recording mode. The image will be transferred directly to your data card and the app will transfer the data directly to us. Can you pretend to take a walk while calling your girlfriend for example when they're out." Kelly quickly gave me a way.
"Ehmm I thought I could, but I had to go online with a guy so they wouldn't suspect me, this bodyguard seems to be very careful. They even keep the radius of the room. While the exit of this exclusive room was different from the common door, the platinum-level membership that could access it, I could only get close to the street near the bathroom, I hope your camera is clear enough."
"We were able to match the data with the outgoing guests with these traits. Okay, Tom will standby in this line."
"Okay, I'll start watching."
I had to be careful not to show more attention from the reflections and signs given by the bodyguards when they finished and then move to the best place I could get.
One time I made the wrong move, I thought it was over, but it turned out they were just asking for an extra drink. I had to go back and pretend to just wash my hands in the outside sink while the bodyguards had seen me moving closer to them. Damnit damnit! Why are there so many eyes here.
Forty minutes later they were completely on the move and I this time headed for the surveillance spot. While pretending like I was talking to my girlfriend, I decided not to turn my watch into a locket, it was better because I could wear it while calling and rendering it temporarily as it led to them from the front.
But only half done a bodyguard came to me.
"Miss what are you doing here."
"I called my girlfriend, did I bother you?" Damn her body prevents me from taking pictures. I shifted and used that phone again to talk. Don't mind it, I hope I don't lose an important part.
"Sorry Tom, someone's talking to me." But then the bodyguard rudely picked up my phone which was indeed visible in that talk mode.
"Call somewhere else Miss." He took my phone, "Who is this?" It even tried to listen to who was talking, while people passed by in front of me. I try to stay silent while pointing my clock. To catch the group passing in front of me.
"Sir, give me back my phone, what's your problem?" I spoke calmly, my hands unshakingly catching those passing in front of me
It seems Tom was angry on the phone telling them to return my phone. But he opened my camera gallery. It is clearly clean. I was still repoing asking him to return it, but I stood still. Finally the entire group of about 10 people was captured by me.
"Hey are you done?! You checked my phone?! Whatdoyouwant?! I'm just talking to my boyfriend!" He finally returned my phone.
"You crazy or what? I'm a member here too." I took my phone in a rage.
"Go from here. This is the VVIP area."
"This is a visitor's toilet, not a VVIP. You crazy man." The face of the bodyguard was unaffected by my slurs.
"Ohh you're Julie Harris apparently." He suddenly recognized me.
"Of course I'm Julie Harris it's been my name since birth." I left them and went back to my desk. Interacting with my colleagues, the bodyguard is watching me right now, but I know I can't be suspected, who I am, and my alibi why I'm here is perfect.
"Kelly you got it." I called Kelly back after I got out of the building and finished lunch with a colleague.
"We managed to identify everything Miss. Goodwork. There are no more jobs in NY. This meeting is our target."
"Well, just call if you need anything."
Finally the task is completed. Tonight I have a dinner appointment with Louis, I look forward to it enthusiastically now.
I put on my red lipstick, with a little blouse peach exposing my skin, stroking my hair, feeling like I was dressing up a little provocatively this time, but I liked myself.
"Why are you in NY?" Louis sat down in front of me and asked as we met at a steakhouse in NY that I liked. I had my chin up to see him he looked handsome in his shirt and work coat as usual.
"Shooting for several magazines and brands." I answered him lightly while looking at him. Reminds me of myself, that 99% chance he knows I'm a field agent. But somehow he did not reply me, even though I could say harmed him a year ago.
"Your work must be a lot. You're very popular this year. Sometimes I'm flattered to have an artist's dinnermate." Now his words are bitter, when in Tokyo he seemed to have a beautiful feeling for me.
"What's wrong?" I demand an explanation as to why he changed in just two weeks.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Suddenly you've turned 180° now, you're not the same person you were in Tokyo." He grimaced to see me, drinking his wine with a single gulp.
I smiled a little, no, if he wanted to ignore me he could ignore me from the beginning, reject my phone, block my phone, but the truth is he still came here to see me, he wanted to see me but at another moment something was holding him back. Why am I curious?
Is it because my status is too complex? Or because he knows my co-work. Yes I know it is a bit confusing, but the US and UK have never been too intense. If he has a problem with me, why was he so nice to me yesterday.
"Thank you for coming here Louis, we still have one dinner instead." And I smiled sweetly at him. Staring at him enthusiastically, he stared back at me who was unfazed by his words.
"Just up to you." I knew he was heartless and cruel to me.
"Yes, we eat first." We ordered later.
"You're long here."
"No, just until the end of the month. Are you afraid I'm bothering you." I smiled sweetly at him.
"No, do you intend to disturb me? Do you know who I am? You'll regret it if it bothers me."
"I don't know who you are, but you've done something good for me, so I consider you good."
"You don't know who I am?"
"No. You're the only Louis I know, like you told me. Who are you, anyway? Tell me." He dared to be honest with me. I guess not. But he won't trouble me either, if he wants to trouble me I won't be in front of him right now.
"Before I answer that, tell me why you're in your position now." I'll answer him honestly about that. Maybe he knows, maybe not, but I'll tell you why I dare to be here.
"I saved my family, I was heartbroken, and I was humiliated to be left behind because my family was almost bankrupt. I paid the price for my family's rescue. And all my family Papa, my brother, my mother also worked hard to get us to where we are now. And finally I can repay what they did to us. My life was at its lowest point too." I spoke to him honestly, I hope he didn't speak honestly to me, at least until things can be talked about.
"You're not afraid of danger."
"I'd rather die honorable than live humiliated." He sighed hearing my words, and now I better ask because I wonder why he is nice to me.
"Why are you so good to me Louis? Have we met before."
"No. I'm good because you're good." Again he didn't answer my question honestly, just spun around and played with floating answers.
"alright. It'sit's okay... I'm sorry if I made you trouble in the past. Thank you for forgiving me without asking. It's okay, I'm just charging 2x the dinner debt. I know it's hard. I won't bother you either. But I still have one more dinner." She laughs.
"Alright forced. You have one more dinner. This is your favorite restaurant." I'm nodding. Coinciding with our order came.
"I like steak here. This restaurant was a long time ago, first to NY, Papa and Mama brought me here. I have loved this restaurant ever since. We really like it."
"You have a happy family."
"Yes, I will do anything to defend them, I'm the youngest son, Papa and Mama, Brother never charged me anything. I'm not as brilliant as them, but I can still do something, that's my greatest happiness. I don't care about men anymore, I'm an unapproachable girl, more focused on my career and the job I've done in recent years is to break my own boundaries and that's cool to me, to feel useful. Even if they don't know, it's okay..."
"Well, you're not a spoiled princess. You're a great girl. I toast you." I clinked my glass with him.
"You complimenting me? That's sincere?"
"Of course, I'm stingy on compliments. And the steak is delicious." I smiled, as if he hadn't opened himself to me. But I know he's good. Our conversation was better and filled with laughter at the meal. Maybe he also believed I had no ill intentions other than to thank him.
"Louis, take me home later." He looked at me grimacing. "Louis, drive home...." I whined at him.
"Just to the lobby." I laughed, why does he seem to be afraid of getting involved with me.
"Snakes."
"Whatever you say. Just go to the lobby." But I'm flattered, she doesn't think taking advantage of me, it's so sweet.
"All right, just up the lobby. I'll take it. Thank you." Thank you." He made me want to hug him. So sweet. Now I've fallen for this sweet Prince Louis. "But next week we have dinner again okay. I can charge you 1x dinner no more."
"Yes." Yeah." The answer made me smile.
"You're so sweet." I acted like a girl who admired her idol.
"I'm not candy." He grimaces.
"You know I now believe there are still good and sincere people, though hard to find, but at least I found them. In the future I believe I'll find another one."
"May you be lucky then."
"Yes I'll be lucky. I pray for you too, may the universe help you." It was really a good hope for him. Even though he shared nothing about himself.
