I took a quick last glance on the few pages of the file uninterestedly, and closed it once again. I turned to look at Suhani who was looking at me with a smirk.

Sunahi, "So, do you need any assistance for this job?" She said in a teasing yet curious tone.

I chuckled at her teasing and said with a smirk on my face, "I'll be damned if I need any assistance to keep an eye on someone."

Suhani smiled at my words and stood up from the chair. Suhani, "Oh, of course. The great Myra Awasthi never needs help. Just don't let your 'eye' get too distracted this time, because I remember the last time you said that, we ended up dodging bullets."

I chuckled at her words and said in a mock tone, "Don't worry, I'll keep my 'eye' on the target only. And as for the last time, 'You' were the one who couldn't keep her eyes off of the enemy because you found him hot."

Suhani, the one never to back down, came with a witty and sharp comeback. Suhani, "Oh, please. Don't talk like you're immune or something. One day, you'll be the one drooling over an enemy and find him ridiculously attractive and I'll be the one to say 'I told you so.'"

I laughed at her words and said in a nonchalant yet confident voice, "Keep holding your breath, you'll die. Myra Awasthi don't fall for enemies. I'd rather spent my entire life being single than falling for someone on the other side."

Suhani rolled her eyes at my words and said, "Confident, are we?"

I scoffed, "It's not confidence, it's common sense."

Suhani smirked at me and said knowingly, "We'll see about that, Myra."

She started walking towards the exit door of the cabin and as she opened the door and was about to walk out, she turned to me and said with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Suhani, "Are you sure you don't need backup?" She always worry about me more than she needs to, but that's one of the things I love about her.

I looked at her, smiled and said, "It's just surveillance. Not an ambush. I'll be okay."

She smiled back at me and walked out saying the last words, "Good luck."

As she left the cabin, there was a moment of silence in there. I leaned back on my chair and sigh, recalling the conversation I just had with Suhani. She was not wrong. The missions of my dad's agency always take an unexpected turn. But I was trained for this since I could walk-Stealth, combat, intelligence. There wasn't a situation I couldn't handle. I pushed the thoughts aside and opened my laptop, started my research on the new assignment.

After a moment of typing, clicking links and searching websites. I came to know that my target will be arriving at a meeting place. The meeting place was a high-end bar in the city's elite district, where millionaires closed the deal over whiskey and secrets traded hands as easily as business cards.

As soon as I closed my laptop and walked out of my cabin, I slipped into my leather jacket, grabbed my car keys and treated this mission like any other.

As I settled in my car, I drove to the place where the meeting was held. After a few moments, I reached the bar and parked my car in the parking area. I turned off the engine and got out of my car, walking inside the building.

When I got inside, I could see plenty of familiar faces I once gathered informations about, but I ignored all of them. My only purpose to be in this bar was to find my target and gather as much information about them as possible.

I blend into the crowd effortlessly, dressed in a sleek black outfit, my hair pinned up in a way that made me look sophisticated and forgettable. That was the key- never stand out.

I positioned myself at the bar, my gaze flickered to the entrance. According to the agency's brief, my target would be arriving within the next five minutes. No name. No background. Just "High-priority surveillance."

It's odd. My father never kept me in the dark like this before. I always knew plenty of informations about my targets before I worked on them.

I took a sip of my drink, pretended to be interested in my phone, when I sensed a shift in the air.

The kind you feel when someone important walks into a room.

I didn't need to turn around to know that my target had arrived.

After a brief moment, I finally turned to look up at my target. My breath hitched as soon as my eyes fell on him.

He wasn't what I expected.

Most of my targets were old, powerful men who had spent years perfecting the art of deception. But him? He looked like he doesn't belong in a place like this-too young, too handsome, too effortlessly confident, too... dangerous.

He was dressed in a tailored black suit, he moved with the kind of ease that came either from immense wealth or immense power. Maybe both.

His sharp jawline and stormy eye were striking, but it was his presence that caught me off guard. The way he scanned the room, like he knew who was watching him.

Like he knew I was watching him.

He looked at my direction and our eyes met. A slow, knowing smirk formed on his lips.

Shit.

I looked away almost instantly, my heart was pounding on my chest. I had arrived just yet, and I had already made a mistake. A good operative never got noticed.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. I slightly shifted in my seat as I raised my glass to my lips, my mind was racing with thoughts and questions.

Who was he? How did he notice me in that split second of the moment as soon as he arrived here?

And most important...

Why did I feel I had just stepped into something I couldn't control?