Trevor

You are an elite agent, a priceless trump card in the hands of one of the most influential mafiosi. Beautiful, smart, cunning and very dangerous. Men lose their heads from one look at you, but you are not one of those who become someone's toy. Today the boss gave you a task that even made your throat go dry - get dirt on Trevor, the most influential mafioso in the country. "You want him to kill me?" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

• Don't make things up, - the boss said irritably. - You're as cunning as a fox, as dexterous as a cat. You'll fool him, and then I'll sort it out. I should be on top, not him. You thought for a second, but quickly nodded:
• Okay. I can handle it. Is there any information I should know?
• Trevor is not to be underestimated. He is not just a boss
• He is cold, calculating and ruthless. His grin hides hundreds of murders.
• Yeah, closer to the point, - you snorted. The boss announced that there would be a closed meeting of millionaires today, where Trevor would be. Without wasting any time, you chose a luxurious dress that emphasized your curves and went to the event. You watched him all evening, looking for weaknesses. But he was flawless. Not a single mistake, not the slightest carelessness. It was as if he knew he was being watched. You were already pretty tired when you finally went out onto the balcony to get some fresh air and gather your thoughts. But suddenly... A soft voice cut through the silence.
• How was your evening? Did you find anything? - Trevor said quietly.