Back at a safehouse Darius and the others were staying at within Blue Moon City, Miya stormed through the door, her face flushed with anger and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The rest of the group looked up from their planning, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern as they took in her furious demeanor.
“I’m going to kill him,” Miya seethed, slamming the door shut behind her. “I’m going to rip that disgusting, slimy, fat bastard’s hands off and shove them down his throat.”
Darius raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Let me guess. Reginald?”
“Who else?” Miya snapped, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “That pig has been harassing me since day one, but today—today he crossed the line!”
Lira exchanged a glance with Garret and Jax before turning her attention back to Miya. “What happened?”
Miya stopped pacing and turned to face them, her eyes blazing with fury. “He groped me. Right in the middle of the factory, in front of everyone. And you know what I had to do? Smile! Smile and pretend like it was nothing. Like I was oh so flattered by the attention coming from that disgusting pig!”
As the group continued to plan their next move, Miya couldn’t shake the memory of Reginald’s lecherous grin or the feel of his hand on her. It took every ounce of self-control she had to keep from snapping his wrist right then and there. But she knew that losing her temper would jeopardize the mission, and she wasn’t willing to let that happen.
Garret’s expression darkened, and he cracked his knuckles. “I say we go in there right now and teach him a lesson he won’t forget.”
“Tempting,” Miya said, her voice dripping with venom. “But no. I want to do it myself. When this mission is over, I’m going to make sure Reginald regrets ever laying a finger on me.”
Jax, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally spoke up. “As much as I’d love to see you take that guy down, we need to stay focused. We’re close to getting all the info we need, and we can’t afford to blow our cover now.”
Miya shot him a glare, but Lira stepped in before things could escalate. “Jax is right. We’re almost there. Miya, the intel you’ve been gathering has been invaluable. Thanks to you, we’ve already identified one of Kain’s behind-the-scenes competitors. We just need a little more time to connect the dots.”
Miya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I know. I know we’re close. But every day I have to spend in that factory, pretending to be some wide-eyed, naive girl who’s impressed by Reginald’s ‘charm,’ is another day I want to strangle him with his own tie.”
Darius stood up, walking over to Miya and placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve done an incredible job so far. We all know how hard this has been for you. But you’re not alone in this. We’ve got your back, and when the time comes, Reginald will be all yours.”
Miya looked up at Darius, her anger slowly giving way to determination. “You promise?”
“I promise,” Darius said, his voice firm. “When this mission is over, Reginald is yours to deal with as you please. But for now, we need to stay focused. Can you do that?”
Miya nodded, her jaw tightening. “Yeah. I can do that. And when this is over, even if I do decide to leave him alive—not sure yet—I will make sure he’s so terrified of women he’ll never want to touch one again.”
The group spent the next few hours going over the information Miya had gathered. Thanks to her efforts, they had a clear picture of the Golden Brew Syndicate’s operations, as well as their connections to the Black Vine Consortium, a much larger corporation with ties to a noble household and was primarily based in the Sourthern Region.
Lira began, “Thankfully, Miya managed to get her hands on a list of names—people who are directly involved in the Consortium’s interactions with Reginald. If we can hunt them down, we’ll be able to obtain more in depth information from their mouths.”
“So is it almost time to deal with Reginald?” Miya asked, her voice cold.
“Reginald’s just a pawn who probably doesn’t know much about who else is involved aside from the Black Vine Consortium,” Darius said. “But he’s a useful pawn. We can use him to get in contact with members of the Black Vine Consortium. Once we’ve got what we need, he’s all yours.”
Miya nodded, her expression hardening. “Good. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can keep playing nice.”
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Thankfully, Reginald presented the opportunity to get into contact with the Black Vine Consortium soon enough.
Since he had plans to move his operations to the Southern Region, and the Black Vine was based in the Southern Region, he would naturally request their help.
And naturally, he took Miya along with him so he could show off his ‘handsome and powerful CEO’ aura in front of her as he talked business.
Reginald strutted into the meeting room of the Black Vine Consortium’s Blue Moon City branch, his chest puffed out and his chin held high. Miya followed closely behind, her expression carefully neutral but her eyes sharp, taking in every detail of the opulent office. The room was a stark contrast to the grimy, mildewed factory Reginald called his headquarters. Polished mahogany furniture, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorned the space, a clear display of the Consortium’s wealth and influence.
Reginald turned to Miya, flashing her what he probably thought was a charming smile. “Stick close to me, my dear,” he said, his voice dripping with false bravado. “You’re about to see how real business is done.”
Miya forced a smile, her stomach churning at his condescending tone. “Of course, Mr. Reginald. I’m looking forward to it.”
The door at the far end of the room opened, and two men walked in. The first was tall and lean, with sharp features and an air of cold authority. The second was shorter but stockier, his face set in a permanent scowl. Both wore tailored suits that screamed money and power, and their presence immediately filled the room with an oppressive tension.
Reginald’s demeanor shifted instantly. His confident swagger vanished, replaced by a hunched posture and a nervous smile. He dropped all of the arrogant pretense he’d been putting on for Miya and devolved into a snivelling ass-kisser within seconds.
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