PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

THE SEASON 5 Part 35. The Spy Couple 1

Spring show, I have two shows today. Two shows I can still handle. Although exhausting but not

Back when I was just starting from casting to casting, it felt very tiring. But now that I can say I have a name, the show directors already know my name, the designer already knows my name, it's all so much easier.

"How are you, Angela, Zola, you look more beautiful. I brought you pizza." I've been going around handing out pizzas I brought to model friends and crew.

They've partially sat down to start the hairdressing, while the timer has started carrying the speaker mic, making sure that it's already coming directly sitting on the make up chair.

"Julie, sit down, are you done with your pizza? Marco, this lady needs to be cleared." Juan one of the assistants who oversees the make-up began with his screams.

"OK.oke.I'm sitting down." A group of people immediately surrounded me. They already know what to do, I've got a look that's been photographed and approved.

"That's done get your shoes straight away. Get ready for rehearsal queue! In 25 minutes kids!" Rehearsal should be done before the event and before the clothes are worn. But already wearing show shoes to get us used to tread on the stage that sometimes the design is quite difficult.

They take care of my hair and make-up, I sit down to check my phone. Apparently there was a message from Louis, this time he sent the message first. It's shock.

'How many shows today?'

'2 shows, tomorrow is also 2, but the day after tomorrow I am empty there is only a photo shoot.' Would he take me to dinner. I smile happily now.

'You want dinner?'

'OK. Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, pick me up at my apartment. Don't forget to bring my roses.'

He didn't answer. I'm sure he smiled to himself across the street.

Kelly called me later. Do I have any more work now.

"Kelly's."

"I checked your schedule. You work until two or three I guess."

"Yes, you need help?"

"There was a meeting in NY. Maybe there's someone you know. You remember the last meeting where you were evicted by the bodyguard. We didn't get the person we were looking for, but it seems that this time the person will show up. He calls himself Mr. Scott, the liaison identity we're looking for, we don't know who he is. But he's probably in low profile disguise. We need you to keep an eye on who's in the room, the good news is that the entrance is only one, the other entrance we can monitor, we'll give you a camera bag, and the clock camera as usual. He's got to get into the room where the people you saw before, the fancy restaurants in Manhattan. Unfortunately we don't know the table or the room yet."

"Ohh so, you already have the floor plan. I followed your guide, not blind at all."

"It's been there, but the restaurant is quite big, we just found out today, there's no way to get a new waitress in two days. But this time maybe you should wear a disguise, fearing that the same bodyguards recognize you, maybe some kind of wing, or glasses, change your makeup." Kelly also knows the stakeouts that yesterday I had to fight with them.

"I get it, change the makeup style, can you bring a dark brown hair wig? I don't have a wig at all, my glasses and makeup outsmarted him. Can I see the people who must have come back to recognize the room."

"Well, I'll send the day after tomorrow morning to your apartment."

"Don't forget to send me pictures of his people and the floor plan of the room so I can learn it. What time is it."

"soon. Dinner time, you should be there at 7 less I guess." Kelly ended our call.

It means I can't have dinner with Louis. Too bad. I'm getting limp.

"Girls! You have five minutes! Shoes soon!" The coordinator shouted again with toa in his hand.

"You're done." Marco and his team who helped me, released me to the wardrobe.

I called Louis in the morning.

"Louis, I have to work tomorrow night. Can't have dinner with you."

"job? Why sudden? Isn't your job usually scheduled?"

"Ehm..." I'm a little confused to answer it now. "This is a little sudden."

"It's a special job, isn't it?" He knew I couldn't tell him the details of the operation. "What are you telling me?" He still urges me.

"Louis, you know I can't tell you details like that. It's just a regular recon job. I never got involved in infiltration. Don't worry about me." Actually I know this time it's more dangerous because I've watched the same subject twice.

"Tell me the details, your Thomas won't mind me taking the operation, you're told to keep an eye on people or look for identity?"

"I can't say Louis." He won't get what he wants, how can I tell him things like the details of the operation.

"I'll call Thomas then, he's interrupting my dinner." Still insisting.

"Louis! You can't call him!"

"I won't interfere with your operation, just accompany you so as not to be disturbed, my background is more convincing than yours. No more discussions. I'll call you back later..." He decided on my phone one-sidedly, after this I must have been taken all out by Thomas, I sighed desperately now, but in another point of view it meant that he was watching me.

Thomas called me shortly.

"You're telling the intruder that dizzying?" I will be slaughtered by him.

"I didn't tell him he was guessing by himself, I had a dinner appointment with him. All of a sudden I said I couldn't because I had a job, and he immediately concluded that I had an operation. I didn't tell him what my operation was, but he insisted on calling you."

"Gosh he gives me a headache and you guys are dating, you're so good at dating." I grimaced, what strength of my heart chose him.

"Alright, he can accompany you. But tell me only you have to see who goes in that door and not the others. Don't mention the name of the man."

"Well, thank you Thomas, sorry to upset you."

"I'll tell Kelly." Thomas finally agreed. If he doesn't agree, I think he'll come and follow me there and sit in front of me. Thomas was forced to have no other choice.

So that afternoon she came to my apartment. And accept my brief explanation.

"You didn't bring my rose." I still teased him when I opened the door. He took his time for me, it's worth more than any rose. Although his face says I'm a bitch but he's here.

"You still think of roses?" He pushed my forehead like my brother was scolding me. He went inside and passed me. I smiled broadly. Lately after being used to doing reconnaissance tasks, it feels ordinary.

"I just want roses, what's wrong." I stood in front of her again, I knew it wasn't a date, but I wanted a rose from someone I liked just that. He was too worried when this was just a stakeout.

He's shaking his head now. I approached him, standing in front of him. Tidying up his shirt, intending to tease him a little. He looks handsome with this dark shirt and suit.

"You're too worried about me. It's just a reconnaissance job not an infiltration. Nothing wrong can happen. But well thank you. I still want the flowers." My fingers ran in his field chest. I looked into his eyes, and my heart began to make its own pounding.

"You're not afraid of anything... That's dangerous." He caught my hand. Why, maybe he couldn't resist a little temptation? This man is still interested in women apparently even though his attitude is too calm in front of me.