6. Target

Desha looked at sheet after sheet that she was now receiving from someone who hid her face so much. She had finished reading and understood why the person in front of her was so eager not to get hurt and planned this crazy thing.

Desha put the sheet on the table and drank her coffee. "You don't know me very well, miss. Why did you plan this crazy thing just for fear of hurt?"

Someone was smiling behind the mask She was wearing. Her eyes which were covered by glasses narrowed which of course Desha didn't notice. She removed her glasses and mask which made Desha look at her.

"Pretty pretty," said Desha after seeing the appearance of someone who asked to meet her.

The woman smiled. "We don't know each other, but I know you won't refuse the reward you will receive from me. Isn't that right, Mrs. Madline?"

Desha smiled sarcastically at the woman's words. "You're right."

The woman returned her smile and then handed a thick envelope on the table. "This is only a small portion that I have not given to you."

"Did I say to take this job, Miss?"

"I'm sure you'll take it regardless you don't need the money or anything like that."

Desha was silent. She didn't need the money at the moment. The pay she received from Mr. Andy was still very much and she also did not intend to take the job this time. Why is this woman so sure Desha will take it? The woman guessed or needed her help.

"You love him that much?"

The woman was silent and looked away. Meanwhile, Desha saw very well that it was not loved that the woman felt but extraordinary heartache that turned into revenge. Desha understands very well how it feels to be hurt until it turns into revenge. She is immune to that feeling until her heart seems frozen and she no longer wants to see the reality of love and sincerity. Humans are very complicated when it comes to a feeling.

"Just take your money back 'cause I don't need this job miss. After all, only you know how you feel and I have no right to know about that, right? Go now."

The woman looked back at Desha. "It's been dozens of years since this feeling grew and it always gets rejected and ignored. What if it happened to you? It's not even sick anymore that I feel because my heart is frozen and fed up with all of it."

Desha was silent. After all, she had never liked someone for up to a dozen years, she never even thought he would have felt like that towards the opposite sex let alone be infatuated. For Desha, it was all a waste of time and she didn't like anything to do with pain. It's been quite a complicated life experience for Desha and her heartache still hasn't subsided to this day. A man and his mind will never please a woman he doesn't love.

"I don't know what I'm feeling right now, but as for love… I don't think so. My heart hurts more than my love for him that I have this kind of thought."

Desha smiled slightly.

"Antonio, who never changes and always ignores me, made me decide on this crazy thing. Yes, I know that I will get in big trouble later but while I can then I will try. I keep trying to forget how I feel but my heart can't lie and keep calling his name even though he just can't stop by. I can't be like this forever if he's still alive, therefore I beg you to make the right decision for my request."

Desha was still silent with all the plans she imagined. Antonio Miller. He's not some random guy who can be eliminated easily. If Desha accepts this offer it means a new challenge for her and a bigger risk she will accept, but if she refuses... Desha also feels sorry for this woman who will feel pain every time. This is something different from the logic that she always puts forward. Thinking about his client's heart? This is something new that Desha feels after a long time.

Accept at great risk or refuse with the excessive shadow of pain.

Desha felt that her heart could not be compromised at this time. Her mind also keeps imagining women who continue to feel hurt because Desha herself has also continued to feel pain all this time with her dark past. Desha didn't know what to decide at this point.

"If you refuse I will not ask the reason because I believe in you and all your thoughts. But I also will not stop looking for ways to heal my wound even if it will hurt myself."

Desha stared at the woman in silence. There was no lie in those eyes that looked so tired of feeling the pain in her heart. Desha looked away and took a deep breath.

The woman smiled and nodded in understanding. "Thank you for listening to my story even though it also means nothing to you. This is so difficult for me to do because I never tell anyone about myself, and only you this time. OK, I guess I put in a lot of effort this time but it's not the end of it all. I'm sorry if I offended you or made a mistake and did or spoke. I'll go first."

"I'm not sure I can do it."

The woman turned her head when she heard Desha's doubtful voice. She smiled sincerely. "I will not force you because I know you have a reason behind it."

Desha took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. The woman who saw Desha's nod gave a big smile with a pounding heart. She knew full well that her plan was crazy, but he couldn't ignore her heart always got hurt. However, she should be able to forget all this and live better by not imagining anything about Antonio.

"I know you can be relied upon. I'll be waiting to hear from you in the future."

Desha just kept quiet with the woman who started to leave by leaving the thick envelope in front of her. She took a deep breath again. It seems she made the wrong decision just to hear her heart speak. No, after all, Desha had decided so she had to carry it out even if she had to. One thing Desha thought, she hoped that the woman would not be hurt again after this was all over.

Yes … that's all Desha can think of right now.

Desha looked back at the sheets about Antonio that the woman had given her. Desha didn't think that such a successful man would make so many mistakes with women, especially people who are so close to him. Desha knows that one's feelings cannot be forced but if this is the case the first option is better than having to get into more trouble. Antonio… that man.

Desha smiled remembering that yesterday she had made the mistake of kissing the man on purpose in her office. Good grief… what kind of destiny is this? It was unexpected.

Desha looked back at the way the woman had gone. Seeing the back of the woman who started getting into the car and then disappeared in the next few seconds. She smiled faintly and averted her eyes.