Mission: 2

Closing his book, Elliot sighed harshly, nothing that could distract his mind for a moment from his current problem. Throwing his books everywhere, Elliot leaned back on the sofa, staring silently at the ceiling.

He had not activated his cell phone for three days, deliberately doing so so that no one would disturb him. In addition, he needs to rest for a while from the various problems he faces.

The bell rang to interrupt Elliot's reverie, and before long, the figure of his manager appeared behind the door. One of the rules Elliot has set for his staff or managers is; free to enter his apartment, but on the condition that he must ring the bell first.

All of this he did on purpose because his schedule was quite busy, so when he was asleep or couldn't be contacted, those closest to him could look for him directly at his residence.

Debbie—his manager, walked over with slumped shoulders, looking exhausted recently, not much different from her.

"Your door password needs to be changed, and even your sassy ex-assistant can enter at will. Don't blame it if a criminal suddenly comes and pops one of your eyeballs."

"Jane, it's charming. Come on."

Placing the brown envelope on the table, Debbie motioned for Elliot to open it and read its contents. "Just read it. That's the result of the police investigation for your case."

Elliot's hand stopped in midair, not wanting to take the file. He pulled back his hand and looked lazily at Debbie.

"The police didn't find any evidence. Don't worry, Hailey didn't die because of you," said Debbie when she saw Elliot's reaction.

"I'm still involved," he replied quietly.

"Huh, you don't need to drag on in sorrow. Hailey didn't die because of you; she always made you miserable when she was alive, didn't she?"

Elliot's eyes sharpened. "Debbie, stop it."

Raising her hands in the air as if giving up, Debbie shut her mouth not to continue talking about Hailey. When she knew the dark side of the relationship between the two former lovers. Debbie decided to go back to the office instead of making a fuss.

Elliot couldn't even think straight, considering Debbie's words about not finding any evidence that led to him knowing what to say and how to respond to the news. Should he be relieved or not?

"Then I'm back at the office, and there's much more to do. Enjoy your freedom, be grateful, Harris—our lawyers don't hold you back too much."

Not too restrained, she said... Elliot rubbed his face, not replying to Debbie's words.

"Oh, I almost forgot. See the email I sent this afternoon. Several potential candidates will occupy the position of your new assistant. Just take your pick. There are about twenty people, let me know once you've decided."

Straightening his body, Elliot looked confusedly at his manager, "didn't I tell you to take care of it? I'm pretty tired of having to vote," Elliot protested.

While putting her jacket back on, Debbie just sighed, seeing Elliot's behavior which almost made her head explode. "You'd better pick your assistant now before I resign."

If only Debbie knew how sick she was to be cooped up in this apartment, she wished she had made a secret escape. After a press conference a few days ago, he decided not to leave his residence except for acting or advertising purposes. In addition, he is strongly required to remain silent in the apartment.

Elliot sat back down. Arguing with Debbie was the same as looking for trouble, even though he could see that his manager's condition was not much different from his own. Both are tired and need rest.

This problem will not end quickly because everyone in the country already knows the case that happened to him.

He is accused of murdering five women.

The silence grew even tenser when he remembered how the condition of the bodies was found, especially since the bodies were former lovers.

This phenomenon cannot be explained, the death of the victim is also not entirely Elliot's fault, or it can be said that no evidence has succeeded in showing that he is the culprit.

However, out of respect for the family, he left behind, Elliot decided to take a break. Grateful no one is demanding contract cancellation or other serious issues.

Doing Debbie's orders earlier, Elliot turned on the laptop, reading all the emails sent this afternoon. Debbie's name was tucked away among several other email senders.

As Debbie had said before, there were twenty people Debbie chose for herself. The rest she would choose herself. One by one, Elliot read the profiles of the female candidates until one person caught his interest.

"Last profession... spy," whispered Elliot, frowning.

Just kidding, this must be a joke.

"No way. Why would a former spy run for an assistant actor? Or why would he confess? Is this a joke to him?"

To be honest, Elliot was a little disturbed by this woman's profile. Various objections and reasons were running through his mind.

However, the curiosity remains unstoppable. At Debbie's direction, he called manager and said which assistant he had chosen.

Debbie's voice was faintly driving, and she asked where was calling. Not being asked twice, Elliot spontaneously answered the name.

"Jo Rumi, I choose Jo Rumi."

***

It's been two hours since Rumi packed up his things, and finally, she could sit down for a while to rest. After doing her first task today, she immediately packed her clothes and essential tools to the residence that Big Boss had prepared.

Marco has also given her a particular cell phone to report his every move, and tonight she will write down all her plans and strategize to complete the mission quickly.

Rumi's body felt sticky. She took the toiletries and started to wash her body.

If judging from a physical point of view, Jo Rumi is a beautiful but firm woman. The line on her face implies that she is a quiet and gloomy woman. On the other hand, Rumi doesn't look like a former spy, assassin, or working in that dangerous profession. On the other hand, Rumi looks like a young woman who has no ambition.

One foot entered the bath-up, followed by another body movement, and then Rumi soaked in it, resting all his thoughts. Her energy is quite drained after not long working outside. It seems she needs a little adaptation.

The phone Marco had given her earlier vibrated, indicating a message had come in. Rumi's wet hands reached for the flat object and read the reply's contents.

[Report everything you did to me, if you don't manage to get close to the 'target' there will be a help to complete the mission.]

"Sickening."

Jo Rumi's wrong side is that she doesn't want to be ruled or ordered. Although she worked for the people, she still did with her plans. As long as the mission was accomplished, it was more than enough.

However, it seems she will be overwhelmed by the mission this time, besides having to pretend she is also faced with a man who arranges. Don't know what obstacles he will face if Marco continues to manage it.

These days Rumi visited the agency office that houses the artists in this city, some including famous actors and celebrities. One of them is Elliot Milverton.

The goal, of course, was to register as a personal staff member to take care of Elliot, but there was something that Marco had missed. Elliot's party was indeed looking for an assistant to take care of the man.

Rumi deliberately put her real name and current job. Yes, true is a spy. Even though he knew this couldn't be said as a safe plan, Rumi knew the man would choose her. Elliot Milverton will vote for her.

Since the man was like a frightened mouse, she would choose Rumi. There was not the slightest doubt in Rumi's heart.