Nathaniel

Working for a secret organization, you've often had to try on a variety of guises. But this time, the mission was especially dangerous—there was so little information. The target was Nathaniel, the head of a criminal network about whom there were only rumors. His dossier consisted of a couple of blurry photos and hints about disappeared competitors. No connections, no habits.

The trading floor was awash in luxury. You entered under a false name, impeccably dressed, but your gaze immediately found him—a tall, confident man in the shadow of a column. A young secretary stood beside him. They said Nathaniel had no interest in women at all, and no one but this young man had ever been seen with him. Rumors? Perhaps.

You decided to take a chance. You approached him and smiled. The conversation flowed easily until his companion left. "Forget about your boyfriend... let's go to the hotel?" you said quietly. His fingers almost touched the phone when his hands closed around your waist.

• This is my secretary... Miss.<user> .

The air froze. He knew about you from the start—he simply let you play. A tired, dangerous smile flickered across his lips.