3 CHAPTER 3

Bree couldn't believe what she heard. How was she supposed to take out a man with tiptop security? It seemed almost impossible. However, the word impossible never existed in her dictionary. Besides, her goal is to save her brothers. Nothing else seemed important to her. Not even the lives of others. She had the perfect plan.

As soon as she got into the gallery, she headed straight for the Picasso section on the 3rd floor, which was where the owner's office was located. She was starring the 'Ma Jolie' artwork for a long while, catching the attention of one of the owner's security guards. The guard rushed into the owner's office, alerting him about suspicious behaviour. The owner came bursting through his doors as if he had seen an anaconda in his office. He dragged her into the office, gently by the hand of course, and closed the door shut.

"Estas hablando ingles, señorita?" he asked Bree calmly. "You look a little lost. Is there anything I could help you with?"

"Habla usted inglés, you mean?" Bree replied with a smirk on her face. "Yes, I do."

"I see you like Picasso! Are you interested in the other artworks of his?" the owner questioned cluelessly.

"I have come to like this one very much! I still don't quite understand it, to be honest. If only someone smart enough would explain it to me. That would be delightful!" Bree exclaimed while laughing inside, knowing that no man could resist her charms.

"It would be my pleasure to explain it to you, miss!" he volunteered willingly.

"You seem like a smart man. Why don't we discuss this further at dinner later, at my place? How does that sound?" she asked him in a seductive tone.

"Sounds splendid! However, let us have dinner at my place? It's comfy! Also, we could have a dip in the pool for supper" he let out excitedly.

"Perfect! I'll be waiting for you at the junction between 5th and 6th Avenue Street. Pick me up, would you? Por favor?" she said it while looking him dead in the eye, with the tip of her index finger in her mouth. This girl sure knows how to be foxy.

Later that night....

Bree wore a beautiful black knee-length lace dress with butterfly patterns on the bottom. She picked out her new red high heels, which she doesn't usually wear, to pair with her dark thigh-high socks. She took the appearance part of the date seriously. She was unrecognisable due to the change in her usual outfit routine. She had also slipped the outfit Mr. K had mentioned in a small backpack along with a bottle of what seems to be drugs. Is she going to drug him to death? No one knows.

Bree walked all the way to the junction as she said she would. Lucky for her, he was already waiting for her in his Lamborghini. Typical rich man vehicle, right? Anyway, she got into the car with a sweet smile on her face. A smile that showed how much of a heart-warming person she is, in the reality of her being the total opposite. She's a devil in disguise.

They drove off to his mansion just about 20 minutes away from where she lived, coincidentally. It was truly a pretty place to stay. The freaky bit was he lived alone, excluding his butlers of course. This was easier than Bree thought it would be. Franche, the owner guided her into his dining area which looked like a king's dining room. It was so huge! Bree's jaw almost dropped to the perfectly carpeted ground.

"Like what you see, baby girl?" Franche asked her with a smirk.

"it's a pretty place, Franche. I must say, it's ravishing!" she said with her jaw still dropped.

*time skip*

It was almost 10 p.m. Bree gave an excuse that she had to get home early to prepare for work the following day. He offered to give her a ride home but she insisted on heading home all by herself. As soon as she got out of the mansion, she ran to the nearest restaurant restroom to change into her disguise. We'll call it the cat burglar outfit. Minus the whiskers and the ears obviously. She came back to his mansion, only this time through the rooftop sliding door above the dining room.

When she was "admiring" the place, she was really looking for an alternate entrance. The hatch above the dining room was perfect. It had no locks and no security of such sort. She quickly opened the hatch, quietly. She took off her boots and jumped onto the floor to reduce the impact sound. She then wore her boots and walked towards the master bedroom where Franche seemed to have dozed off already. Such a careless man.

She walked up to the side of his bed and took out the drug bottle from her bag with a very large syringe. She then injected him with an insulin shot under his tongue. An insulin shot shows up in neither a blood test report nor a post mortem report. Especially, when the shot is given under the tongue as the screening process would not be able to find the shot mark.

After she made sure he was completely out, she made her move to escape. She made sure every single piece of evidence was no longer existent. She burned it and washed away the ashes in the drains. The drains of the restaurant to be extra safe. You may never know what the cops have planned in the name of investigations. We should always stay one step ahead. The moment she went inside her place, she received a text. It said, "Job well done". Bree smiled. Not long after she realised that she had just killed someone. However, the plus side is she did it in the most mischievous yet brilliant way possible. She was proud of herself. Paying extra attention during pathological research practical finally paid off for her. Little did she know, there was a lot more to come.