An Unusual Party

Zoey walked quickly and quietly along the dimly lit corridor, careful so as not to alert anyone nearby. Quickly she slipped into one of the many storage rooms on this floor. She hadn't been out of the party long and if she were to finish all of her objectives this night she had to hurry.

Hastily Zoey picked up her large hand bag that she had left here prior and after making double sure that the only noises she could hear were from the party and not any closer, she quietly and efficiently stripped of the skin tight leather clothes that were splattered with thick blood and pushed them into the bag. Next she removed her large but silent boots leaving her next to naked in the storage room.

At this point Zoey made triple sure that no one was nearby. If someone were to find her now when she was like this then the situation would be hard to get out of and explain. Satisfied with the nearby silence Zoey returned to the handbag and withdrew a fine white dress and high heels before closing the bag again.

After getting dressed and making sure that no part of her outfit was out of place, Zoey slowly put on her long pair of silk gloves before exciting the cubboard and heading back to the party Hall where she had originally came from.

The corridor seemed long as bright rays of light and the sound of laughter sounded out from the hall in front of her. Confidently, Zoey walked towards the hall; her heels clacking against the polished wood flooring and her dress moving rhythmically in time with her gait.

Without stopping, Zoey walked straight into the hall. "Not much of a party...", she mused to herself as she

walked over to a dimly lit corner and picked up a glass of champagne.

She was right, although the party consisted of many individuals they wer mainly in individual groups huddling together and talking business quietly with one another. The majority of people were businessmen just the same as the one she had just killed. They wore tailored suits that allowed every angle of their imposing frames to be shown off in almost a dominant manner. Zoey thought it was like the men were competing on who could afford the most expensive personal trainer. Rich bastards. Upon closer attention, Zoey, out of the corner of her eye could see some of the young businessmen eyeing her up. Although disturbed Zoey didn't let it show on her face as there was only several women in the room to begin with, so attention like this was to be expected.

"Come on", Zoey muttered repetitively whilst staring at her handbag. As if by magic her phone rung at that exact time and after making sure that the majority of people's attention was elsewhere she withdrew her smartphone from her handbag and brought it up to her ear.

A deep electronic voice came from the other end of the phone. "Agent Nightingale. Well done. Mission objectives complete. Extract yourself or go for the next target, the choice is yours.",

The voice made Zoey's heart palpitate a million times a minute and a cold sweat formed on her forehead as she waited for the next few words.

Punctually the metallic voice returned for a farewell,"One thousand credits added to your account for killing Michael Werning. Continue working hard Agent Nightingale.", and with that the call was cut abruptly off and Zoey was left with a cold sweat on her forehead butv relief across her eyes.

With no intention to continue her work for tonight, Zoey hastily put her phone back into her bag before making her way to the lifts. Pushing her way through the imposing groups of businessmen, with the occasional apology here and there, Zoey finally reached the elevator doors and reached out a shaky, delicate hand for the call button.

Suddenly, a large rough hand cut in front of her hand and firmly pressed the call button leading to Zoey's fingers lightly touching the back of the man's hand. Taking a step back Zoey slowly turned to look at the man who had interrupted her action.

Tall. That was her first impression. At almost two feet higher than her, the man seemed like a giant yet his handsome chiseled face and tailored suit made him look like a marble statue. Zoey, alas, was only distracted by his face for a second before the man in question began to speak. "I saw you heading out and since I was thinking of leaving anyway, I thought I could give you a lift Miss- ah, I apologise I don't seem to remember your name. As you can see quite a lot of people were invited to this party and I don't know everyone here. What is your name miss?",

Warily Zoey eyed the man for a moment longer before replying with a gentle smile on her fair face and a heavy sigh in her heart." My name is Zoey. Happy birthday to your father Mr Werning. "

'And I was hoping I could leave without anything unusual happening.'