8 Chapter 8: Face to Face with her Target
*** ARISON'S MANSION ***
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's welcome Mr. and Mrs. Arison together with our celebrant Lady Selena."
The emcee called them in front and gave the microphone to Mr. Arison. They were welcomed by a round of applause from the guests.
"Thank you for coming here tonight to celebrate the special day of my beloved youngest daughter Selena," Jorge smiled and looked at his beautiful daughter.
"I hope everyone will enjoy the night, please feel at home," he added.
As expected to the generous man, welcoming the guests with open arms so they could feel at ease inside the mansion. The guests' laughter erupted in the banquet hall.
He signaled for the musician to start and play the music. The dance floor was now open. He guided his daughter Selena in the middle of the hall.
The father and daughter duo was now dancing. Other guests accompanied them on the dance floor.
They were enjoying every moment without knowing that a pair of sharp dark eyes were silently observing them on the sideline waiting for the right time to attack.
After some time, young bachelors grabbed the opportunity to dance with Selena.
Jorge Arison left the dance floor to join his wife and to entertain the guests, especially those big shots in the politics and business world.
Of course, they would be talking about business.
Elle contacted Charles, "Where are you?"
"We just got here inside," Charles responded.
Elle saw him together with Peter as they entered the Hall. They're both wearing a black suit. Charles appeared to be a bodyguard.
Elle smiled. "Peter really knows how to act as if nothing has happened to him."
Charles chuckled as he heard Elle's remarks.
"I just reminded him how ruthless and merciless you can be." He looked at Peter who was wearing a smile and greeting the people inside.
He looked tired but he could still manage to act naturally.
"Smart move! Is everything all set?" Elle asked Charles.
"Yes boss, I have done everything that you asked me to do. It's all up to you now." Charles said proudly.
He saw Elle carrying a tray full of drinks and walking towards a group of gentlemen. When Charles saw Jorge Arison was with them, he already knew what would happen next.
"Catseye is really on the move."
He observed everything.
A minute passed and a commotion happened. They heard a loud clank, glasses fell and shattered on the floor.
"I am sorry sir, I am really sorry. I accidentally tripped on my ankle. Please forgive my carelessness." Elle was bowing her head as she asked forgiveness to Jorge.
People gasped in shock while looking at Jorge who was all wet and his white suit was tainted with the blue color of the lady's drinks. People were now glaring at the girl waitress.
The few men in black (security) also approached them. They grabbed Elle. Jorge Arison just stared at the girl with an indescribable expression. He could see that her uniform was also wet.
He was aware that they already gathered people's attention. They were waiting for his reaction and what he would gonna do.
After a while, Arison just sighed "It's okay. Just release her. Mistakes happen from time to time. I forgive you. Call somebody to clean this mess"
As soon as they heard it, the guard released Elle.
'As expected of this generous man,' this was the thought of the guests who witnessed everything.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. Please continue the fun." After finishing his sentence Arison signaled his wife and daughter that he would just go upstairs to change.
Elle and Charles made an eye to eye contact. She nodded and Charles understood what she meant. They proceeded to the next step of their plan.
Elle went back to the kitchen. Of course, she was reprimanded first by the person in charge.
She went to the comfort room to change her clothes. She opened the trashcan and saw the bag.
Charles put it there a while ago when they arrived at the Mansion with Peter.
The guard didn't inspect him because they knew Peter Blake. She removed her clothes and changed into her Assasin's outfit.
She successfully sneaked inside the mansion. She perfectly avoided the CCTVs and the guards.
She was moving towards the room where Jorge Arison was currently changing his clothes.
She unlocked the door and entered. Her moves were smooth and silent making no sound at all. She saw her target's back.
He was busy fixing his necktie and he didn't notice that someone was already standing behind his back.
After a while, Jorge felt something cold that made him shiver. It seemed that his instinct told him that something was not right.
He became conscious of his surroundings, and then he felt another presence inside the room so he turned around and saw the black figure standing in front of him.
He gave her a shocked and confused look.
She was wearing a pair of black tight-fitting outfits that would help her move rapidly, wearing leather black shoes and a robe that hangs below the knee.
Her featured hood paired with a black mask to cover her face and identity really matched her personality and completed the picture.
The black mask she wore matching her sharp beautiful dark eyes gave off a mysterious vibe, strikingly beautiful but dangerous.
As soon as he saw the person he immediately understood. The person before him was an assassin. Someone hired to kill him.
He took several deep breaths to calm himself down and he recovered from the shock. He smiled bitterly and shook his head as he stared at her.
Elle was amazed as he faced her with a calm expression, the shock, and confusion that he felt a while ago just disappeared in just a blink of an eye.
She had come now face to face with her target. She felt annoyed because this reaction from him was not the one that she expected to see.
As expected to the Leader of the Skull Gang. No wonder Dark Knight was so eager to eliminate this person. He was not an easy person to handle.
Other people would be in a panic if they were in this kind of situation but here he was, very calm and composed, not intimidated by her at all.
"Hello Mr. Arison, It's my pleasure to meet you." she broke the silence first.
As he heard her voice, he was dumbfounded for a while. The person in front of him was a woman, a lady assassin.
'What an interesting face-off.' he thought to himself.
"The pleasure is also mine," Jorge responded as he smirked and gave her a meaningful glance.
