Chapter 20

While keeping a vigilant eye on the video feed monitoring the reception area, the two guards watched the free show of their boss engaging in a rather intimate act with someone. Becoming bored of getting no action, one of the guards reminded himself of the task at hand. As he continued observing the video feed, he was drawn to another significant detail—the elevator steadily ascended toward their floor.

Not knowing how best to deliver the information, the guard decided to address the imminent arrival of the elevator immediately. Attempting to find the right words to interrupt his boss, he cleared his throat.

"Um, excuse me, boss," he stammered, his voice betraying a mix of surprise and urgency. "Are you expecting anyone else to arrive tonight?"

Caught off guard by the interruption, Maria turned his attention away from his current activity and looked at the guard, slightly puzzled. "Huh? What? No," he replied, his voice tinged with confusion. "Take care of it. Just make sure there's no blood. We just had these new tiles installed, and they stain easily."

Understanding the boss's directive, the guard nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, boss," he responded, his tone conveying a sense of agreement. Both guards shifted their focus to the impending task, temporarily putting aside the unusual scene they had just witnessed.

Moving swiftly into the next room, where the elevator was expected to arrive, the guards took a moment to check their weapons, ensuring they were prepared for whatever lay ahead. The tension in the air grew palpable as time seemed to crawl by, the anticipation of the elevator's arrival amplifying the pressure they felt.

Each passing second felt like an eternity as they anxiously waited, their senses heightened and their minds filled with apprehension and readiness. The room seemed to suffocate them with its silence, broken only by the distant sounds of their boss enjoying her activities in the other room.

As the guard's eyes darted between the closed elevator doors and the digital display above them, his heart pounded, mirroring the suspense that had enveloped both guards. The impending arrival of the elevator promised an unknown encounter, further intensifying the atmosphere of uncertainty and expectation.

Leaning against the sleek metal railing in the elevator, Roger savored the breathtaking view beyond the window. The cityscape stretched before him, a tapestry of twinkling lights that painted the night sky. To reassure himself of his physical readiness, he stomped his heel firmly against the elevator floor, ensuring that his leg, previously injured, was fully functional. He then performed a series of stretches, his body responding to the movements as he loosened up his muscles, preparing for what lay ahead.

Roger's senses sharpened as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the reception area. Two imposing guards stood poised and ready, their expressions hardened with determination. Roger propelled himself forward in a display of seamless agility, rolling effortlessly as he swiftly struck one of the guards with a precise stab to the leg. The assailant winced in pain, his movement hindered as Roger deftly grappled the other guard, expertly breaking their arm with a swift twist.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the chaos from within an adjacent office. "What the fuck is going on out there? I'm trying to get my work done!" Mia's voice echoed with frustration and annoyance, her words laced with a hint of exasperation.

Undeterred by the interruption, Roger swiftly rose to his feet, dispatching the incapacitated guards with a single gunshot to each of their heads. With a sense of urgency, his keen eyes scanned the room. Inside, a shocking scene unfolded before him. A woman lay sprawled across her desk, her gasps for breath drowned out by the sound of her partner choking on his own actions.

"Kaleb Deckard," Roger called out, his voice cutting through the tension.

Startled and bewildered, Kaleb looked up, confusion etched across his face. Before he could react, Roger, without a moment's hesitation, fired a bullet into his skull, the impact shattering the window behind him, sending fragments of bone and brain matter scattering across the room. The woman's scream pierced the air, a mixture of fear and horror as the lifeless body collapsed onto her, its weight suffocating.

"He was the surviving widower of the late Jennifer Deckard, the majority shareholder of the corporation you seek to take over. Since her passing, he has inherited her shares," Roger explained, his tone devoid of remorse or sympathy.

"What the fuck. Whoever you are, you are dead. Do you know who I am? I want to bring this kind of work to my office. MY OFFICE!" Mia yelled, engulfed in rage, grabbing the gun from her desk.

"Doesn't matter. This job was sanctioned by Mr. Miyamoto himself." He replied plainly.

Overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, Mia's anger gave way to terror as she realized the gravity of the situation. Trembling, she retreated, seeking refuge in the corner behind her desk. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she clutched the gun within her desk drawer, her grip tenuous at best. Though Desperate plight, Roger turned away and exited the office, leaving behind a room tainted with violence and uncertainty.