Third Person POV: The mysterious young woman
She stepped into the restaurant, radiant in a short blue sleeveless gown that accentuated her curves in all the right places.
Her arm formed a graceful L-shape as her designer bag hung elegantly over her wrist.
With a confident stride, she gracefully navigated her way towards a particular seat by the transparent glass wall, her presence exuding an undeniable aura of command and poise.
As she moved, her stunning beauty captivated the attention of many, regardless of gender, who couldn't help but steal glances her way.
Whispers and murmurs of admiration followed her like a devoted entourage, mesmerized by the radiant elegance that seemed to emanate from her very being.
Even the waiter, distracted by the sudden arrival, accidentally overpoured wine into a glass, spilling it over the rim.
The woman, seemingly oblivious to the stir she had created, gracefully removed her bag and placed it on the table.
She then settled into the sofa, her poise effortless as she glanced at her wristwatch, noting the time - 3:45 - before shifting her gaze to the glass wall.
With a serene expression, she took in the outside view, her eyes drinking in the scenery as she waited patiently for her companion to arrive.
Just then, a waitress hurried over with a friendly smile.
"Good afternoon, ma'am! What can I get for you?" she asked.
As the young woman removed her glasses, her gaze snapped onto the waitress, and the air seemed to crackle with an unexpected intensity.
The waitress, caught off guard, let out a soft, mesmerized gasp, her eyes frozen on the woman's face as if transfixed by a work of art.
The woman's piercing eyes seemed to hold the waitress captive, drawing her in with an otherworldly allure.
The waitress's gaze wandered, helplessly entranced, from the woman's eyes to her lips, and down to her slender neck, as if tracing the contours of a masterpiece.
The woman observed the waitress's reaction and found it amusing before responding.
"Whiskey, I'll have that."
Her gaze lingered on the waitress for a moment, as if relishing the effect she had on her, before releasing her from the spell.
The waitress, still visibly entranced, nodded hastily, her voice slightly breathless as she said, "Sure, ma'am, we'll get that right out to you."
With a subtle bow of her head, she hurried away.
The young woman watched the waitress depart, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips, before she slipped her glasses back on and redirected her gaze to the wall.
Her fingers began to tap a rhythmic pattern on the table, a subtle betrayal of her growing impatience as she waited for her whiskey and the person she was supposed to meet.
Just as she was starting to look like she'd been stood up, the door swung open and the person she'd been waiting for walked in, dressed in a chic black gown and sleek sneakers.
Her light brown eyes swept the room, searching for a glimpse of familiarity, and when they finally landed on the young woman, she took a deep breath and began to make her way over, her pace slow and deliberate.
As she reached the table, she sat down opposite the young woman, trying her possible best to Ignore her gaze.
Then she slid her bag off her shoulder and hastily rummaged through it, producing a set of photographs that she handed over with a nervous tremble in her hands.
The lady's eyes darted anxiously to the young woman's face, but they quickly dropped, as if unable to bear the intensity of her gaze, even through the shield of sunglasses.
The young woman took the pictures, her expression inscrutable at first, but as she began to flip through them, her teeth clenched in rage and her eyes blazed with fury, her face transformed by a fierce and burning anger.
The lady watched in trepidation, her fingers fidgeting restlessly as she observed the young woman's reaction.
The lady was all too aware of the young woman's formidable reputation and the vast extent of her powers, and she trembled at the thought of provoking her wrath.
Just as she feared, the young woman's expression suddenly contorted into a sly, menacing smirk, sending the lady's terror spiraling out of control.
"You said you could handle it, didn't you?" the young woman asked.
The lady nodded fervently, her eyes wide with fear.
"Y-yes, I c-can."
The young woman's gaze seemed to bore into her soul as she replied, "Good."
With a deliberate slowness, the young woman removed her glasses, and as soon as their gazes met, the lady flinched, her hand flying to her chest as if to restrain her heart from leaping out of her ribcage.
She felt like her very life force was being scrutinized, and her instincts screamed warning.
"But," the young woman added, causing the lady to gasp in fear.
"You don't look like someone I can trust with this."
The lady's eyes widened, her face pale, as the young woman's words hung in the air like a challenge.
"Y-you can trust me, I-I promise..." the lady stuttered, her eyes pleading, her voice trembling.
"E-everything will go well, I-I swear," she added.
The young woman raised an eyebrow, her smirk still firmly in place, her gaze piercing.
"In what way can you prove it?" she asked.
The lady's shaky hands fumbled for her phone, and she almost dropped it as her trembling fingers tapped the screen.
Finally, she managed to pull up a photo, which she showed to the young woman.
The picture depicted a group of women with tattoos and boyish haircuts, their faces exuding a dangerous aura.
As soon as the young woman saw the photo, her smirk widened. "I know them," she stated, her gaze fixed intently on the image.
The lady's eyes lit up with hope. "S-since you know them, t-then I-I guess you can t-trust me," she stammered.
The young woman's gaze snapped to the lady, who fearfully dropped her phone onto the table, the loud clatter drawing the attention of the entire restaurant.
All eyes were now fixed on the pair, and the lady's face contorted in distress.
"Clumsy," the young woman sneered, her jaw clenched in anger, causing the lady to panic even further.
"I-I'm s-sorry, it wasn't i-intentional, p-please forgive m-me, please," the lady begged, her hands clasped together in desperation.
"I don't tolerate such carelessness, and I won't have this job botched. You're not right for this task," the young woman declared.
Tears began to stream down the lady's face as she pleaded, "P-please forgive me, I-i promise it w-won't happen next time, l-l—"
"Did I mention I was done talking?" the young woman interrupted, abruptly halting the lady's tears.
The lady's voice was barely audible as she stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry."
The young woman's expression remained unyielding, her arms crossing over her stomach.
"Good," she said curtly.
"I don't trust you to handle this," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly as she emphasized her distrust.
The young lady chose to remain silent, though her eyes pleaded for a second chance, her lips trembling with unspoken words.
"But I trust them," the young woman said, her gaze flicking to the phone, her meaning clear.
With a trembling hand, the lady picked up her phone and turned it on, the screen illuminating the picture once more.
The young woman's smile grew devilish as she gazed at the image with unrelenting intensity, her eyes boring into the screen.
"I like them," she said finally, and the lady's heart skipped a beat as she detected a hint of a compliment.
A glimmer of hope flickered to life, and she hastily wiped away her tears, her hands still trembling as she returned her phone to her bag.
"I-I know them v-very well, and I-i promise you that they'll h-handle this," she stammered.
The young woman's gaze intensified, her eyes boring into the lady's soul.
"I know that already," she stated.
The lady hastily nodded, apologizing again, "S-sorry."
The young remained silent, her movements deliberate and slow as she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving the lady's face.
She put on her sunglasses, and slung her bag over her arm.
"I need it done tonight, no mess-ups," she emphasized.
"Get that?"
The lady hastily nodded, her eyes wide with understanding.
Just as the young woman was about to turn away, she asked, "What's your name again?"
"Uhm it's F..."
"Your drink, ma'am," a waitress suddenly Interrupted with a bright smile, holding a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup on a tray.
The young woman's gaze flicked down to the waitress, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sudden intrusion.
The waitress, despite being a woman herself, felt an unexpected jolt of attraction, her face flushing with heat as a shiver raced down her spine.
She quickly looked away, her heart racing with a mix of surprise and embarrassmen.
Then, the young woman's gaze shifted back to the lady, and the waitress breathed a silent sigh of relief, grateful to no longer be the focus of attention.
"I'm expecting good results," the young woman said, her eyes boring into the lady's soul.
"Fuck up, and I'll fuck you up," she added.
The lady's eyes widened, her pupils dilating in fear, as she nodded again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I won't."
"Good," the young woman said, before glancing back at the waitress, who blinked rapidly, her eyes darting nervously under the intense gaze.
The young woman's eyes lingered on the waitress for a moment, as if sizing her up, before she pulled out a thick bundle of hundred thousand naira notes and placed it on the tray.
The waitress's eyes widened in surprise, as she stared at the large sum of money.
"Ma—"
"Keep the change," the young woman Interrupted.
With that, she took the bottle of whiskey and strode away, leaving the waitress and the entire restaurant in her wake.
Every patron's eyes followed her, their whispers and murmurs filling the air as they wondered: Who was this enigmatic young woman?
Who was she?