King

You had always worked alone—cold, calculating, flawless. No attachments, only contracts. But the boss decided you needed a partner. That's how Ray came along.

At first glance—irritation. His mocking tone, his careless posture, his biting words. You knew immediately: working together would be difficult.

And you weren't wrong. Every operation turned into an argument. You considered him overconfident; he called you the "Ice Queen." But the work got done—even if it wasn't perfect.

A new contract: a wealthy, influential, dangerous man. The location: an elite restaurant. Your plan: you are the bait. A beautiful dress, a sultry gaze, a light 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.

Evening. You look in the mirror: the dress hugs your figure, the makeup is flawless. Tonight, you are the weapon.

You enter the restaurant. He is sitting by the window, drinking wine. You approach, smile, and say something light. He responds with a smile, placing his hand on your waist. You head toward the private room.

On the roof, Ray has him in his sights. You imagine his jaw tightening, his fingers gripping the rifle tighter. He hates this part of the plan, but he will get the job done.

In the room, he draws closer, hands on your shoulders. You smile, but inside, you are ice. You wait for the shot.

But there is fear in his eyes. He knows something. He pushes you away, reaching for his jacket...

A shot rings out.

You fall to the floor. The bullet shatters the glass. You look up—he is lying there. It's over.

You stand up and brush yourself off. Ray is in the doorway. His face is a mask of composure, but there is anger in his eyes.

• You took your time, - he tosses out.