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CHAPTER 1 - TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME
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CHAPTER 1 - TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME
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The Obsidian Circle Contract Phase 1 Mission Briefing Objective: Obtain Goro Inagawa's black book Person of Interest: Goro Inagawa 
Age: 49 Height: 5 ft 9 in Spouse: Mei Inagawa Children: 1 son - Toru Inagawa Known Businesses: Chairperson and founder of Inagwa Holdings, the parent company of several legal firms and hedge funds Known Associates: Several criminal organizations including local Yakuza, drug distributors, arms dealers, and the Obsidian Circle (rumored) Additional Intel: POI is rumored to host regular parties and galas for his friends and clients, has a notable art collection spread across his estates, enjoys aged Japanese whisky, is a rumored Casanova, and has been at odds with his son recently Venue, Date, and Time: Annual Spring gala at the Inagawa Country Estate, City Sector#2, April 15, 2063, 22:00 
Security Level: High Entry Requirements: Invitation card only Entrances and Exits: 1 main entrance for guests, 1 side entrance for staff, 1 known exit at the back of the estate but assumed locked and out of use, pool area overlooks the river bank with a 20 ft drop Additional Intel: The venue has several security cameras, alarms, and smoke detectors. Goro Inagwa's study is on the second floor and the access is using his biometrics. The estate's total area is 1 acre and the mansion is 15,000 square feet. The grounds have regular patrols with guard dogs. The exact building plan is unavailable. Mission Alias: Kevin West - Venture capitalist 
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April 15, 2063 - 8:00
"Good morning Mr. Clean." A monotone masculine voice erupted from an ominous-looking laptop perched up over an empty study table. "Shall we go over tonight's mission briefing one more time?"
"Go ahead, ARIS." The machine's question was met with a grunt from Alexander who was wrapping up his morning workout with the last set of pushups. He exhaled deeply at the last reps and looked up to see the screen of his laptop light up with the briefing document.
"The client has credible intel that Goro Inagawa is the rumored bookkeeper of the Obsidian Circle; a secret society of wealthy and influential individuals that threaten the client's interests. This mission is part of a series of contracts, that if successful, will result in the elimination of the Obsidian Circle. Your first task is to obtain Inagawa's black book, a physical diary of names and addresses that according to the client's intel has the Circle's members' names. Inagawa is rumored to keep the diary on his person at all times. At tonight's event, the most probable location will be the secure study only accessible by Inagawa's biometrics."
"How credible is this intel ARIS?" Alexander asked as he got up and opened the blinds of his apartment windows to let in some of the diffused sunlight. He had a small apartment in Sector 3, situated in an average building. Nothing too grand or flashy so that he could maintain a low profile. The pollution in Sector 3 was a little lower than the slums of Sector 4 and the overcrowded megacity of Sector 1. There was enough light through the smog for his collection of plants to grow. A variety of exotic species were lined up on the window sill shelves. The place looked somewhat personalized yet hinted at the owner being detached. Except for the plants and a few handmade pots from his hobby of pottery, no personalized items were present. A simple studio with the essentials, a small chess board over a coffee table, the study table with Alexander's laptop, and another table that was a makeshift work table with tools and gadgets littered about. Of course, being the abode of a dangerous assassin, the apartment was rigged with alarms, explosives, and hidden firearms in case something went wrong.
"The Syndicate has vouched for the client's intel. I've sent a copy of the briefing over to your phone as well. You'll be going as Kevin West, an upcoming venture capitalist. The Inagawa's are holding their annual Spring Gala tonight. The client has been able to secure you an invitation card. The card is mandatory to enter the premises of the estate. Security will be tight and on high alert. Expect heavily armed security, cameras, and metal detectors. No weapons are possible. This is different from your usual contracts so a sound plan is necessary. No floor plan of the estate is available to the Syndicate and the most I have is what the client has provided. Some personal information about the Inagawa is also in the file. You must find a way to lift off his fingerprints and then create a distraction long enough for you to access the study, retrieve the dairy, and escape. The ideal escape would be out the front entrance and I would advise against a swim in the river."
Kevin West was Alexander's civilian alias. His apartment was registered in this name and so were his bank accounts. It was a simple yet effective cover. Hidden in plain sight. "Alright ARIS. I will have you online with me throughout. You'll have eyes through the cameras in the glasses I'll be wearing and ears through my phone. I'll want real-time situational analysis. I'll be carrying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a special handkerchief for some fireworks. I'll need to you figure out the right place to create that distraction." By now Alexander was making a cup of coffee, black, no sugar, and leaning against the kitchen counter whilst soaking in the dull sunlight in his black boxers and white tank top. As he took small sips, eyes diverted to the patterned handkerchiefs he'd have on him with his attire tonight. They were on his work table and he had them laced with a flammable chemical. Nothing like a fire alarm to create a distraction at parties.
"The client has specifically requested for your services Mr. Clean. The Syndicate expects to get a five-star review. I've ordered adequate clothing based on the dress code and your tastes and arranged for a rental vehicle as well. Good luck Mr Clean."
"Go ahead, ARIS." The machine's question was met with a grunt from Alexander who was wrapping up his morning workout with the last set of pushups. He exhaled deeply at the last reps and looked up to see the screen of his laptop light up with the briefing document.
"The client has credible intel that Goro Inagawa is the rumored bookkeeper of the Obsidian Circle; a secret society of wealthy and influential individuals that threaten the client's interests. This mission is part of a series of contracts, that if successful, will result in the elimination of the Obsidian Circle. Your first task is to obtain Inagawa's black book, a physical diary of names and addresses that according to the client's intel has the Circle's members' names. Inagawa is rumored to keep the diary on his person at all times. At tonight's event, the most probable location will be the secure study only accessible by Inagawa's biometrics."
"How credible is this intel ARIS?" Alexander asked as he got up and opened the blinds of his apartment windows to let in some of the diffused sunlight. He had a small apartment in Sector 3, situated in an average building. Nothing too grand or flashy so that he could maintain a low profile. The pollution in Sector 3 was a little lower than the slums of Sector 4 and the overcrowded megacity of Sector 1. There was enough light through the smog for his collection of plants to grow. A variety of exotic species were lined up on the window sill shelves. The place looked somewhat personalized yet hinted at the owner being detached. Except for the plants and a few handmade pots from his hobby of pottery, no personalized items were present. A simple studio with the essentials, a small chess board over a coffee table, the study table with Alexander's laptop, and another table that was a makeshift work table with tools and gadgets littered about. Of course, being the abode of a dangerous assassin, the apartment was rigged with alarms, explosives, and hidden firearms in case something went wrong.
"The Syndicate has vouched for the client's intel. I've sent a copy of the briefing over to your phone as well. You'll be going as Kevin West, an upcoming venture capitalist. The Inagawa's are holding their annual Spring Gala tonight. The client has been able to secure you an invitation card. The card is mandatory to enter the premises of the estate. Security will be tight and on high alert. Expect heavily armed security, cameras, and metal detectors. No weapons are possible. This is different from your usual contracts so a sound plan is necessary. No floor plan of the estate is available to the Syndicate and the most I have is what the client has provided. Some personal information about the Inagawa is also in the file. You must find a way to lift off his fingerprints and then create a distraction long enough for you to access the study, retrieve the dairy, and escape. The ideal escape would be out the front entrance and I would advise against a swim in the river."
Kevin West was Alexander's civilian alias. His apartment was registered in this name and so were his bank accounts. It was a simple yet effective cover. Hidden in plain sight. "Alright ARIS. I will have you online with me throughout. You'll have eyes through the cameras in the glasses I'll be wearing and ears through my phone. I'll want real-time situational analysis. I'll be carrying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a special handkerchief for some fireworks. I'll need to you figure out the right place to create that distraction." By now Alexander was making a cup of coffee, black, no sugar, and leaning against the kitchen counter whilst soaking in the dull sunlight in his black boxers and white tank top. As he took small sips, eyes diverted to the patterned handkerchiefs he'd have on him with his attire tonight. They were on his work table and he had them laced with a flammable chemical. Nothing like a fire alarm to create a distraction at parties.
"The client has specifically requested for your services Mr. Clean. The Syndicate expects to get a five-star review. I've ordered adequate clothing based on the dress code and your tastes and arranged for a rental vehicle as well. Good luck Mr Clean."
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21:50 - The Inagawa Country Estate
Alexander arrived at the entrance of the Inagawa Estate in a metallic grey rental Audi, sporty yet not too eye-catching so he could easily blend in. As expected, security at the entrance was intense. He rolled his window down and presented the invitation card to the guards with confidence and the careless attitude that most guests would have; eyes up front and a bothered expression on his face that said 'Is this really necessary?'. Acting and espionage weren't Alexander's forte but it was fun to challenge himself once in a while. This mission was just that. Something out of his comfort zone and a test of his skills. The scanner lit up green and the guard returned the invitation card with a smile and nod. "Welcome and have a pleasant evening Mr. West." Tonight he was dressed in a light dull grey suit, a 3 piece consisting of a jacket, vest, and trousers, all tailored to compliment his strong physique. The shoes were black, custom-made to look formal yet give him the grip and comfort needed in case of a high-octane situation. He covered his left hand with a black glove to hide the burn scar. He wasn't the one to cover it with makeup and didn't like intrusive questions about it. The outfit wouldn't be complete without the necessary accessories and tools for tonight's engagement. His tie was dull black, matching his shoes but with tiny polka dots to add a bit of flare. There was a leather strapped timepiece on his left wrist, something of the bygone era to show he had taste in the intricate technology of the past. It was always a good conversation starter. In his jacket pocket was an elegant black scarf, dangerously laced with flammable chemicals. There was a spare inside the side pocket along with his phone, a lighter, and a packet of cigarettes, and hidden in the inner pockets were thin transparent films meant to pick up fingerprints. To communicate with and keep ARIS situationally aware, he had a small device in his ear and wore glasses with a camera on each side of the frame. A specialty technology of his employer that would pass undetected and give him a docile look. Tonight was all about blending in and coming out undetected.
Alexander drove down the driveway slowly, trying to get a good look at the premises and the security situation. The front gardens were being patrolled by a team with guard dogs and it seemed that if anything went wrong, capture was inevitable. "You were right ARIS, security is beefed up. Log in everything you see."
"Affirmative," a monotone voice rang through the device in his ear.
At the large parking, the distant sounds of guests chattering and laughing with the backdrop of live music could be heard. Knowing Inagawa's tastes, he must've hired the finest management, catering staff, and orchestra for tonight. Alexander got out of his car and strode towards the mansion's entrance. His face carried a small smirk as excitement coursed through his veins. He was unarmed in a dangerous and unfamiliar situation. A lot could go wrong yet the risk of it all was pumping adrenaline through him. Deep down he was secretly praying for something to go wrong and land him in a life-threatening situation. A situation where he could gamble his life and win. There was one more security check and a walk-through scanner at the doorway. As expected, everything cleared, and just like that the infamous Mr. Clean was in.
The hallway was lavish, lit by a glamorous chandelier in the middle. The once distant sounds of laughter, chatter, and music were overbearing now. It was a big event. Alexander wasn't the one to mingle with the high class and he never realized there could be so many of them in one place. A part of him just wanted to blow the entire place up but he knew better than to give into his urges. He was created by a member of the staff and offered a welcome drink; a champagne flute with the finest that money could buy. For a minute the glamour and high society antics around him, made him dissociate. He looked the part, walked the part, and acted the part but mentally he was lost. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. "You need to find Inagawa, now that we're in." The voice through his earpiece broke the momentary phasing out he was experiencing. "Right," he whispered and took a few sips of the drink in his hand, and began to walk around. Instinctively he aimed for the open bar at the back of the hall, a good place to do some reconnaissance without looking suspicious. He might even be able to ask the bartender the whereabouts of the host. Distractions were everywhere, from the salaciously dressed women of the city's upper class to the dangerous men with crooked money. Both spectrums graced this event.
Alexander drove down the driveway slowly, trying to get a good look at the premises and the security situation. The front gardens were being patrolled by a team with guard dogs and it seemed that if anything went wrong, capture was inevitable. "You were right ARIS, security is beefed up. Log in everything you see."
"Affirmative," a monotone voice rang through the device in his ear.
At the large parking, the distant sounds of guests chattering and laughing with the backdrop of live music could be heard. Knowing Inagawa's tastes, he must've hired the finest management, catering staff, and orchestra for tonight. Alexander got out of his car and strode towards the mansion's entrance. His face carried a small smirk as excitement coursed through his veins. He was unarmed in a dangerous and unfamiliar situation. A lot could go wrong yet the risk of it all was pumping adrenaline through him. Deep down he was secretly praying for something to go wrong and land him in a life-threatening situation. A situation where he could gamble his life and win. There was one more security check and a walk-through scanner at the doorway. As expected, everything cleared, and just like that the infamous Mr. Clean was in.
The hallway was lavish, lit by a glamorous chandelier in the middle. The once distant sounds of laughter, chatter, and music were overbearing now. It was a big event. Alexander wasn't the one to mingle with the high class and he never realized there could be so many of them in one place. A part of him just wanted to blow the entire place up but he knew better than to give into his urges. He was created by a member of the staff and offered a welcome drink; a champagne flute with the finest that money could buy. For a minute the glamour and high society antics around him, made him dissociate. He looked the part, walked the part, and acted the part but mentally he was lost. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. "You need to find Inagawa, now that we're in." The voice through his earpiece broke the momentary phasing out he was experiencing. "Right," he whispered and took a few sips of the drink in his hand, and began to walk around. Instinctively he aimed for the open bar at the back of the hall, a good place to do some reconnaissance without looking suspicious. He might even be able to ask the bartender the whereabouts of the host. Distractions were everywhere, from the salaciously dressed women of the city's upper class to the dangerous men with crooked money. Both spectrums graced this event.
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VALENTINA MERCER
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VALENTINA MERCER
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CLASSIFED INTELLIGENCE BRIEFING Assigned Agent: Viper Mission Alias: Isobel Laurent - Art Dealer & Cultural Ambassador Nationality: French Backstory: Based in Paris, works with private collectors and high-profile museums. Known for sourcing rare art pieces and discreetly handling “sensitive acquisitions.” 
MISSION OBJECTIVE Primary Target: Goro Inagawa Objective: Recover the black book containing names, aliases, and financial records of the Obsidian Circle’s key members. The book is rumored to be on Inagawa’s person or locked within his private study. Secondary Objectives: Gather intelligence on Inagawa’s associates, including political and financial ties that could be exploited for future operations. TARGET PROFILE
Name: Goro Inagawa
Age: 49 Height: 5 ft 9 in Spouse: Mei Inagawa 
Children: Toru Inagawa Occupation: Chairperson & Founder – Inagawa Holdings (Parent company of multiple hedge funds and legal firms) Criminal Associations: Suspected affiliations with the Yakuza, high-net-worth arms dealers, and political financiers. Possible ties to the Obsidian Circle. Psychological Profile: Intelligent, ruthless, known for his pragmatism and calculated risk-taking. Enjoys games of power and manipulation. Collects art, women, and enemies. Additional Notes: • Highly private. Public appearances are rare outside of curated events. • Rumored to favor the company of mistresses over his own wife. Weakness? Leverage? • Recent security concerns suggest increasing paranoia—his study is now locked behind biometric access. MISSION SITE Event: Annual Spring Gala – Inagawa Country Estate Location: Sector 2 Date & Time: April 15, 2063 – 22:00 SECURITY OVERVIEW • High security. • Guests require official invitation for entry. • Metal detectors at the entrance. No visible weapons allowed. • Private guards on patrol—some ex-military, others hired muscle. • Guard dogs patrolling the estate grounds. • Surveillance includes motion detectors, biometric locks, and facial recognition in key areas. • Inagawa’s private study (location of the black book) is only accessible via his biometrics. ESCAPE ROUTES: • Front Entrance (Preferred, low risk). • Riverbank (20ft drop, high risk, unknown currents). • Secondary service exit (Limited access, may be locked). POTENTIAL OBSTACLES: • Unavailable estate floor plans make navigation unpredictable. • Inagawa rivals may be present • Limited access points mean improvisation will be necessary. INVITATION:
NOTES FROM COMMAND: • Do not engage unless necessary. This is a retrieval mission, not a cleanup operation. • If compromised, eliminate loose ends. • We have reason to believe the Obsidian Circle is already aware of infiltration attempts. Expect resistance. END BRIEFING |
April 15, 2063 - Inagawa Estate - 21:50:04
A driverless luxury BMW rolled up the stone-paved driveway, its sleek black exterior barely making a sound. Ahead of it, a metallic grey Audi was just pulling away from security clearance, disappearing into the lavish entrance. Valentina watched through tinted windows, dark lashes lowering slightly. Another guest. No one important.
At least, not yet.
The moment the car came to a gentle halt, the gullwing door lifted, allowing her to step out into the warm glow of wealth and excess. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume, fine whiskey, and the faintest hint of something artificial—a programmed ambiance, designed to manipulate the senses.
She exhaled slowly, adjusting the silk of her black evening gown as the lights from the floating lanterns played against the delicate fabric. The dress was designed to draw the eye just long enough to be a distraction, the high slit revealing just enough leg to spark interest, but not suspicion.
Her blonde waves cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing a face that no longer belonged to her. Emerald-green eyes flicked toward the glowing mansion entrance, scanning the security detail with the kind of casual disinterest only the rich could afford to show.
“Well that’s a bit excessive,” Wren, a smooth, semi-robotic voice, sounded in her ear.
“The dress or the event?” Valentina questioned with a slight smirk.
“Both.” The emerald green contacts also served as Wren’s eyes, able to see through Valentina’s perspective. A piece of tech that came a long way in the past couple of years.
Even though she was 99.9% sure no one here would recognize her, that 0.1% was the difference between survival and exposure. Because the name Leon Mercer still carried whispers. Her father had been both revered and despised in circles like these. He was a brilliant artist, a master of deception, and a man who didn’t just sell art. He also sold secrets. His clients? It was this crowd. The untouchable elite. Politicians, crime lords, arms dealers. Men who spoke in riddles over expensive scotch, who bought silence as easily as they bought masterpieces.And yet, even he had made the wrong deal. Even he had bled.
So Valentina never took risks, not with her identity, not in places like this. Never with any details that dealt with her past. For tonight, she wasn’t Valentina Mercer. She was the infamous, calculated, stealthy, Viper.
Inside her ear, a voice hummed to life again. “Your car was exactly 4.3 seconds behind the Audi. Did you plan that, Viper?”
Valentina smirked, tilting her head slightly as she whispered, “What Audi?”
“Ah. Of course. My mistake.” Her AI handler, Wren, was built to be efficient, strategic, and an occasional pain in her ass. A black-market system, unlike the basic intelligence models most agents used. Wren didn’t just analyze situations, he read between the lines.
At the next checkpoint, security waved a handheld scanner over her, stopping briefly at her thigh. Valentina smiled, a slow, effortless curve of her lips. “Something wrong?”
The guard, a man who was likely paid well enough to keep his hands to himself, cleared his throat and looked away. Instead, he took her exclusive invitation, scanning that next for a second clearance. “Not at all, Miss...?”
“Isobel Laurent.” The alias slid from her lips with the kind of ease that came with practice, detachment, and absolute conviction. The scanner beeped once, flashing green.
Clear.
They wouldn’t find the razor-thin garrote wire sewn beneath the lining of her gown. Or the compact glass blade nestled against her inner thigh.
Amateurs.
As security waved her through, Wren’s voice returned in her ear, laced with dry amusement. “That was cute. Almost made me nervous.”
“You don’t have nerves, Wren.”
“You’re right. But I enjoy pretending.”
A server drifted past, offering a tray of champagne in crystal flutes. Valentina took one, if only to blend in, letting the cold glass rest against her fingertips. Inside, the gala was indulgence incarnate. Chandeliers dripped from high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over a sea of billionaires, politicians, and criminals, all draped in couture and false pretenses. The architecture was a perfect marriage of classical grandeur and futuristic ambition. Velvet-draped walls lined with some holographic art displays, digital encryptions layered beneath traditional oil paintings, and also some traditional frescos.
Valentina moved like liquid silver, her gaze sharp beneath the mask of playful intrigue. “I need eyes on Goro Inagawa.”
“Working on it. But may I just point out the rather enthusiastic gentleman currently admiring you from across the room?” She took a slow sip of champagne, allowing her gaze to flicker briefly across the crowd. A politician. Mid-fifties. Wedding ring, but that never stopped them.
“Anything interesting about him?” she murmured.
“Aside from his taste in younger women? No.” She smiled against the rim of her glass, placing herself near a cluster of guests engaged in conversation. She was not here to be seen, but she was here to listen. A whisper of conversation drifted toward her.
”—Inagawa’s been upstairs all night—”
”—his study is locked down tighter than a vault—”
”—some kind of biometric security—”
Valentina tilted her head slightly, the strands of her blonde wig catching the low light. Wren exhaled through the earpiece. “See, I told you the intel was correct. His study is exactly where the client predicted.”
“Biometric lock. Guess that checks out.”
“Mhm. This’ll be fun.” Her gaze flicked toward the second-floor balcony, where a set of ornate double doors stood behind a red rope. Security posted at the stairs, watching, waiting. Ready.
“You think he’s carrying the list?”
“The client’s intel suggests he keeps it close.”
“Then I need to get closer.”
She drained the last of her champagne and placed the empty glass on a passing tray. Valentina needed to seem busy and social, however. So, she gravitated toward the open bar. The air inside the estate seemed to get heavier with perfume, ambition, and deception, all wrapped neatly in the shimmering glow of wealth. Conversations blended together—the clinking of glasses and hushed exchanges. Valentina moved through the crowd with graceful detachment, letting her gaze flick lazily across the room. Not lingering, never staring. Just simply observing.
As she neared the open bar, she made note of the first man she saw there. Grey suit. Three-piece. Tailored to flatter. Confident posture, but not in an attention-seeking way. He wasn’t preening like the others.
Interesting.
Valentina’s eyes didn’t stay on him, at least not long enough to be noticed. Just enough for her subconscious to tuck away the necessary details. She slid into place at the bar, a polite distance from him, yet close enough to be aware. The bartender, a well-groomed man with sharp features and an artificial smile, turned to her immediately.
“What can I get for you, Miss?”
Valentina didn’t hesitate. She was not drinking for herself tonight. Isobel Laurent had a reputation to uphold. “A glass of Yamazaki 18, neat.”
The bartender raised a brow, clearly impressed. Most women who passed through here went for wine or champagne, something light, delicate. Whiskey, especially one as rich as Yamazaki 18, was a statement.
Valentina gave him a slow smile. “Of course, Miss.” He turned to prepare her drink.
Her attention drifted away just as smoothly as it had arrived, returning to the task at hand. But then, she heard the rustle of an expensive silk gown, followed by the soft, melodic voice of a woman who carried herself like she owned the room.
“How refreshing.”
Valentina turned her head just slightly, just enough to acknowledge the woman now standing beside her, poised yet effortlessly commanding.
Mei Inagawa. Goro Inagawa’s wife.
The woman was a striking beauty despite her age, somewhere in her early forties, though she wore time like an afterthought. Smooth porcelain skin, dark almond eyes lined with subtle gold. Her hair was styled into an elegant updo, adorned with delicate jade hairpins. Her dress was a deep sapphire blue and it clung to her slender figure with effortless grace. Every inch of her spoke of old money, refinement, and quiet power.
“Wow,” Wren spoke through the earpiece. “She’s a killer.” Valentina ignored it.
She regarded Valentina with an appraising tilt of her head, dark eyes flicking briefly to the glass of whiskey the bartender had just placed in front of her. “Most women here would never touch something so bold,” Mei mused.
Valentina let a small, knowing smile tug at her lips as she lifted the glass with deliberate elegance. “Most women here are too concerned with appearances.” She took a slow sip, letting the smoky richness of the whiskey coat her tongue. It wasn’t her drink of choice, but she barely reacted because Isobel Laurent wouldn’t.
Mei’s lips curled slightly, approving. “I take it you are not like most women, then?”
Valentina gave a silk-smooth shrug, her expression one of pleasant mystery. “Not if I can help it.”
The older woman’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer as if she assessing, considering. And then, she smiled, slow and deliberate, like a cat deciding whether or not to toy with its prey. “Tell me, Miss...?”
“Isobel Laurent.”
Mei hummed, as if tasting the name on her tongue. “French?”
“By heritage.”
Mei nodded, shifting slightly as if already losing interest. But Valentina knew better. This was a test. A dance of words, a measure of whether she was worth remembering. She decided to impress her.
“夜が素敵ですね,” Yoru ga sutekidesune? - The night is beautiful, isn’t it? Valentina said smoothly, her voice carrying the grace of a native speaker.
“Show off,” Wren threw in. Again, Valentina ignored the voice in her ear.
Mei’s brows lifted, the first true sign of surprise breaking through her polished exterior. A beat. Then, the smallest hint of a smile. “日本語が話せますか？”Nihongo ga hanasemasu ka? - Do you speak Japanese?
Valentina took another sip of whiskey before answering.“流暢ではありませんが、十分です。” Ryūchōde wa arimasenga, jūbundesu. - Not fluently, but well enough.
“Impressive,” Mei admitted. That earned her a true, pleased laugh. Soft, refined, but genuine. “I like a woman who bothers to understand the world beyond herself.”
Valentina simply smiled, demure yet unreadable. Mei reached for a glass of her own, this one filled with red wine so dark it looked like ink. She swirled it lightly before speaking again. “My husband will be arriving soon. I'm sure he'll be pleased to meet you too”
The words were casual, but the implication was anything but. Valentina kept her expression composed, even as her mind clicked into place. Goro Inagawa. The man with the list.
She gave a soft nod, swirling the golden liquid in her own glass. “I look forward to meeting him.”