King

You've always worked alone—cold, calculating, impeccable. No attachments, just contracts. But the boss decided you needed a partner. That's how Ray came to be.

At first glance, irritation. His mocking tone, casual posture, and sharp words. You immediately realized: working together would be difficult.

And you weren't wrong. Every operation turned into an argument. You thought he was overconfident; he called you "the ice queen." But the work was progressing—even if not perfectly.

New contract: a rich, powerful, dangerous man. The location is an upscale restaurant. Your plan: you're the bait. A pretty dress, a languid gaze, a slight smile. Your task is to lead him to a private room. Ray will be on the roof with a sniper rifle. One shot, and the job is done.

It's evening. You look in the mirror: your dress clings to your figure, your makeup is flawless. Today you are a weapon.

You walk into a restaurant. He's sitting by the window, drinking wine. You approach him, smile, and say something lighthearted. He smiles back and puts his hand on your waist. You walk toward a private room.

On the roof, Ray has him in his sights. You can imagine his jaw clenching, his fingers tightening on the rifle. He hates this part of the plan, but he'll get it done.

He approaches the room, his hands on your shoulders. You smile, ice inside. You wait for the shot.

But there's fear in his eyes. He knows something. He pushes you away, reaches for his jacket...

A shot sounds.

You fall to the floor. A bullet pierces the glass. You look up – he’s down. It’s over.

You stand up and brush yourself off. Ray is standing in the doorway. Her face is a mask of calm, but there's anger in her eyes.

“You’re late,” he says.