The Man in White Suit

"Reveal yourself" Athena demands, growing impatient.

"Tch...Tch. Already so impatient, Miss Followhill? But I am pleased that you are eager to meet me" he says in amusement but from where?

Where is he?

"I don't like waiting and when it comes to business, then definitely not" she grits out, cautiously looking to her left and right.

"Then I must not keep you waiting more" he asserts and suddenly the lights went off. For a second, she thought of taking out the small pocket knife placed inside the dress, just near her breasts.

But she stops when the light comes again. She sucks in air, her eyes widen when she notices a man, dressed in a white suit, his face hidden by the mask standing at the other side of the room, near the stairway.

Is he the man whose voice she heard?

He walks in her direction, with each step very confident. She cannot see anything else other than his deep eyes.

"You are very beautiful, Miss Athena" he speaks under his thick white mask. It is even hard to see if he is the one who is actually talking.

He stops, keeping his distance from her putting his hands in his white no spot white pants. "You seem displeased."

His voice is deep, masculine but with his lean figure, it doesn't match. She examines him from head to toe and it's all very evident.

"I am," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am not here to play games." Then what is she here for? She very well knows that this is all a trap. It's a game all along.

"Ah! I should say sorry for that" he utters mockingly.

"Lame" she sighs in annoyance and goes to sit on the couch with her legs crossed. "We both know for what reason we are here. So just cut the chase."

His laugh echoes in the room but his mask remains intact.

He then takes out an envelope from his breast pocket and shows it to her.

She scoffs, "You want me to believe that the envelope has the answer?"

She can easily kill him and exit from his place but she waits. She wants to see what else this person has under his sleeves. And since there's nothing else for her to do, she might as well spend her 'interesting' night here.

"What you want is what I can spill from my mouth. This envelope" he gestures with his head by slightly turning to face the envelope, "has the secrets you have no idea of."

What a bluff! She thinks internally. "Give it to me then. Didn't you call me here to tell me that?"

"Athena Followhill" he laughs. "Are you that naive? Or is that an act?" She does not give him any response. "Must be an act, I assume."

"What do you want?" she asks and as if he was expecting that question from her for long.

"An act it was" he sneered. "I want something that is as valuable as what you want."

"You haven't shown me what valuable thing you have" she scoffs, getting impatient.

"There's nothing to show, but only to tell."

Now, this is getting boring for her. She rises from the couch and takes elegant steps towards him. She tries to look into his eyes which aren't completely showing. "Let's talk about something else. I heard some interesting thing about your hotel" she says, her eyes seductively gazing at him.

The man does not respond and stands still. She takes another step towards him and now they are just two-inch far. She is at least glad that he does not have the same disgusting smell as the man before. Now come to think of him, he is not lying on the ground anymore. As if he just vanished. There isn't even any drop of blood to make her believe what she saw a while ago was true.

Athena thinks that this man is not so simple. She tries to play the game differently.

"So you not only run a five-star hotel but also a sex club at night" she muses but there is no reaction from him. And how can she even know when his face is covered with a damn mask?

She gingerly brushes her slender finger on his white suit, making some kind of random pattern. "Isn't it true?"

"I am impressed that you didn't come empty-handed after all" he speaks, a satisfied smile echoing.

No man that Athena laid her eyes on has the urge to resist and she is sure that he is one of them as well. After all, he is also a 'man.'

"I like to be prepared" she whispers in his ear. Now she has to end the cat and chase game. With her other hand, she swiftly inserts the sharp tiny needle in the skin of his left hand through the ring she wears. The black ring on her index finger is not normal. It acts as a piece of self-defense equipment. The small thin and delicate needle attached to it is coated with a poisonous chemical that makes the blood circulation stop when injected.

She then hits him on his lower abdomen with her knees by raising her leg.

The man is taken by surprise and yelps, thrown aback. She does not waste any second. She goes to remove the mask but the man catches her by her wrist forcefully and pushes her back with force. Athena stumbles gladly not falling to the ground. "Tsk...tsk. These heels can such be a nuisance sometimes" she says and removing her heels, she tosses it aside.

The man grunts and gets on his feet. Athena can feel he is angry. "I thought we would be having a chat with peace, Athena," he says, his voice stern and deadly.

"We could have if only you have given me the thing you promised for."

She does not stop. She charges to hit him on his stomach but he blocks her arm and twists it around. She grits her teeth as he held her tight and close to him.

"You cannot win against me, Athena Followhill" he mutters in her ear and even her skin gets disgusted just by his touch.

"I very well can," she says through clenched teeth and hits his forehead with the back of her head, and frees herself instantly. She has learned martial arts since she was four and she is capable enough to handle a man like him.

But then she notices a few men emerging from the other room. They had the mask on like him. Oh shit.

"It's time," she says, pressing on the button of Bluetooth in her left ear. It is small and it is not visible at first glance.

"It will be very mournful to see you dead today" he bellows, laughing like a madman.

Within seconds, Cynthia and the others barge in, breaking the door. She has changed into her regular clothes.

"Told you. I came prepared" she smirks and charges again. Cynthia and the others fight with the men who are emerging one after another. Just where are they coming from?

Athena punches on his face and the man hisses. He still has that mask on. He goes for a hit but she blocks his arm and hits him in the gut. She does not care if her clothes get torn apart. The man gets lucky when he hits her on her jaws making the blood drip from her lower lip.

"Damn you bastard. You shouldn't have hit on my face" she grits and charges again.

Cynthia kills one man after another but it keeps on increasing. She has made sure to use a silencer to not attract the unnecessary public.

One hit. Miss. Another hit. One miss. Both of them are out of breath. She grabs him by his neck, keeping her hold firm, and asks, "Now you tell me what you know about Cario."

He struggles and breaks free from her hold by twisting her hand, lifting her, and tossing her on the floor. She grunts, the pain in her lower back gets on act. "Fucking prick" she mutters, quickly rising again.

She takes out her pocket knife and lights speed charged on him. He blocks her again and goes to a kick but she dodges.

"My Lady, they are increasing" Cynthia yells, breathing hard. Her gun has died down. She has to fight with her hands now. Santos and the others are also out of guns.

"This is a gift for you" he sneers. He can take out his gun which she felt on his breast pocket but he didn't. He thinks he is capable of killing her just with his hands.

"This is getting really boring now" she mutters, deciding to end this game right away.