³³ 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜.

It wasn't such a difficult mission; he just had to infiltrate a gathering, although for Cinco it felt impossible since he had to deal with his "competition"—or that's what he called his coworker, who, according to his own words, had been stealing some of his credit in the last three missions, unaware that you only wanted to help him.

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You were walking through the venue, adjusting the fake name tag on your dress, until suddenly you felt a hand pulling you to the side.

—Here again? I told you I could come alone — Cinco said as he set his drink aside.

—You did, but I know you couldn't; besides, a little help wouldn't hurt you — you mentioned while trying to take a glass from the bar.

—You're lying, you want the boss to give you all the credit and leave me looking like an incompetent — Cinco reproached as he took the drink from you and put it back on the bar. —But since you're already here, shall we dance? And maybe then I'll let you help me — Cinco asked while extending a hand toward you.