Chapter 5 – The real Mission

Nisha’s Pov

When I returned home from the apartment, I hurriedly packed my stuff into my luggage so that I could fly back home and forgot about the request my grandma had made for me. I truly hated agreeing to her; I should have just turned down the offer and never saw him again after 17 years of hiding from him. But the way he is currently makes me sad because of how his attitude has changed in many ways and how he has become a cold and cruel person to other people, as well as his office, which has become a dumping ground for garbage, how did your wife take care of you for the last '17 years Dum?

"Miss, you have a call from your grandma," Mr. Cat said as he entered my room, carrying a phone in his hands.

It forced me to stop what I was thinking and return to reality; I didn't know I had stopped moving since I was deep in thought. I kept arranging the clothing that were still on my bed without looking at Mr. Cat.

"Tell her I don't want to talk to her and that I'm sick of her lies!" In a chilly voice, I told Mr. Cat to deliver my message to grandmother.

I overheard Mr. Cat telling my grandma what my phone message was for her. I'm almost finished organizing the clothes in my luggage.

"Miss your grandmother said back that if you don't talk to her, something horrible would happen to him if you truly insist on going back," Mr. Cat said back, relying on the message that grandma stated for me.

And she's suddenly using the term "danger"?! Is this how she intends for me to be hurt? Oh, damn it!

"Tell her to quit talking rubbish because I'm not going to listen to her!"  I told Mr. Cat as I closed my bag, having completed packing my clothing.

"Miss, your grandmother says she isn't joking; if you insist on going back, Mr. Mace will be murdered," Mr. Cat repeated the warning Grandmother wanted him to say to me.

When I heard that Dum was going to be murdered, my heart skipped a beat and I looked at Mr. Cat, who was still clutching the phone to his ears. I got out of bed and stepped closer to Mr. Cat, grabbing the phone from him and placing it into my ear.

"Grandmother, don't you dare to scare me with his safety in order to keep me here when you are the one who wants to murder him in the first place!"  I yelled aggressively to my grandma over the phone, upset.

Remembering what happened 17 years ago when my twin sister died in my place as Nyx, and how my grandma was saddened and furious at me for falling in love with a cop in the first place.

["Listen, sweetie, I have told you why I chose that way; please just listen to me, okay? Please"] Grandmother begs me over the phone.

["No, grandma, why would I listen to you? I'm sure you'll betray me again! Is this how you want to punish me for killing your favorite granddaughter grandma that night because I chose to love him above my task? Okay, if this is what you want, I'll assassinate him right now to make amends! "] I muttered to grandma, frustrated, and cut the phone before she could speak again.

When I handed the phone back to Mr. Cat, it began to ring again, and I knew it was grandma phoning again to utter rubbish to me. What is she looking for this time? I told her I was going to murder him right now.

"Miss, it's your grandmother phoning again," Mr. Cat said, referring to my grandmother's phone call.

I groaned because I was weary of hearing grandma utter nonsense to me. "Just tell her I'll kill him tonight," I replied to Mr. Cat, forcing him to transmit my response to grandmother for the final time.

After that, I told Mr. Cat to leave me alone in my room and to ignore any calls from my grandma. Mr. Cat simply nodded in response and discreetly exited my room, allowing me the privacy I requested.

As I take a photo from my wallet and gaze at it with pain in my eyes, I see identical sisters smiling innocently into the camera as if they don't care about anything but each other. I gently stroked the pleasant face of Eon, my twin sister. 

"Is this the punishment you desire for allowing you to be murdered that night, Eon?" " I muttered to her, a mournful tone in my voice.

Damn you Eon.

Dhruv’s POV

After that woman left my office because she got the misleading assumption that I was instructing her to leave, while in fact I was requesting her to clean my office, I phoned Lionel again, and after three rings, he answered the phone.

["What exactly do you want?" "] Lionel questioned, his voice irritated, as if he had just awoken from a deep slumber.

["Give me the lady's file, the one you recruited as my secretary, and also send her a message that she has to be in the office at 6 a.m. sharp"] I ordered Lionel to give me the file of the woman he hired as my secretary while simultaneously instructing him to send a text message to the woman.

["Wait a minute! Ruv, I can't believe you, just do it all by yourself! "] Lionel cut the call after answering in an irritated tone.

I phoned Lionel again and am waiting for him to answer as I drink my coffee in my quiet office.

["Damn you, Ruv, it's 2 a.m. for God's sake, stop phoning, I need to sleep!" "] When he answered my phone, Lionel yelled at me.

["I'll stop calling if you provide the file and message the woman, Lionel,"] I told him firmly.

Well, this is my payback for all the trouble you've caused me over the last few weeks, and you deserve it, jerk. I merely smiled quietly, still waiting for Lionel to respond.

["You're a jerk! Okay, I'll just open my laptop and send a text message using mai-"]

I heard him get out of bed and walk to where his laptop was, and then I heard him switch on his laptop and sit in the chair. 

["No text her by text message on the mail" I replied, cutting Lionel off before he could continue his statement.

["OK, alright, but why do I need to text her? Wait, you pushed her to leave, and that's why you're bothering me at 2 a.m., Ruv?! I assumed you agreed-"] 

[" Just get it done, Lionel"] I interrupted him again, telling him to hurry up and cutting the phone conversation.

When I finished the call with Lionel, I put my phone on my table, leaned back in my chair, and looked out my office window, through which I could see the night view of New York and the multicolored lights of the building. While I was still admiring how quiet it was outside, I heard a message tone indicating that Lionel had already sent the file from email. I sat properly in my chair, opened my laptop, and clicked the file Lionel had sent to me with the caption "F**K YOU RUV" but didn't mind and began to read the file about the woman.

As I reviewed the woman's file, I found her name is Nisha Ebony Damore, she is 30 years old, a housewife with two children, and a widower. So that's her name, Nisha, and based on how she acted when I spoke to her this morning, she'll be an excellent secretary for me.

I'm going to have a lot of fun ordering this little squirrel around, I thought to myself quietly as I continued to study the rest of the information on this squirrel. There was a little of noise that I noticed through my office, which mystified me because I am the only one in my office right now, but I simply disregarded it, assuming it was just a rat seeking for food in the rubbish around my office, and so after reading all the files, I turned my laptop off. I decided to take a nap because I was exhausted and still had my headache from earlier in the day.

I opened my eyes again after feeling someone press a knife on my neck, and I saw someone on my back holding a knife against my neck, but I can't tell who it is since it's dark in my office. 

"Who are you?! " I asked the individual who was threatening me with a knife.

I heard the person in front of me snicker, "Obviously the one who will kill you bastard," he said sarcastically, his voice firm.

I couldn't help but chuckle after he said to me, "You're going to murder me? Don't be ridiculous; why would you kill me if I didn't know you? " I questioned him again, ridiculing the guy.

The knife was driven more into my neck, and I could feel my skin being sliced because of the agony I felt as he pressed it deeper into my neck, but I didn't mind since I pretended it wasn't painful. 

"Don't you think I don't need a motive to kill?" " He responded.

"Well, I don't need an excuse not to defend myself to you," I remarked, my voice calm.

Grab hold of his arm to pull the knife away from my neck and pressed it back to my attacker's neck, which took him off guard but pushed me away from him, and both of us became separated.

"It's been a long time since I had a fight with someone," I thought to myself as I began to feel excited about what was going on.

He positioned himself as my assailant, stretching his arm while carrying a knife and threatening me with it, but I didn't feel terrified or worried by what he did; instead, I just grinned in front of my attacker.

"Die bastard! " The guy yelled as he began to strike me.

So, I hold both of his arms to keep him from stabbing me anywhere and try to push him down on the floor, but as I was about to do so, there was a startling sound of a window shattering on my back, which caused me to lose concentration since I saw a bullet come through the glass. My attacker took advantage of my lack of concentration and quickly stabbed me in my stomach, which made me remember my attacker as the knife was very close to my stomach. I tried moving away quickly to prevent the upcoming knife that is going to stab me but no matter how I think I'll get stab no matter what but luck is not on my side because I felt something under my shoes, which I realized too late because I slipped off the ground with the attacker in front of me still holding the knife that tried to stab me.

Oh shit.

Everything went into slow motion, and I could see the knife almost touching my stomach, with the assailant smirking evilly because he had the upper hand. But then I heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit my attacker's hand, causing him to lose his grip on the knife and scream in agony, and it was followed by another bullet being shot to my attacker's head, causing all of his blood to splatter in front of me and killing my attacker instantly, and his body dropping above my own, which had fallen to the ground.

What the hell happened?

Nisha’s Pov

When night falls, I have already positioned myself on a building near the company that is the ideal area to conceal and shoot someone surreptitiously. While I was waiting for the right moment to assassinate him, I watched what he was doing via the binoculars and saw he was talking to someone affectionately on the phone because he discreetly grinned.

It made my heart tighten when I saw him smiling at someone, and it made me envious of whoever he was chatting on the phone with. But I merely shook my head to get rid of the jealousy I was feeling and urged myself to concentrate on the goal at hand, which was to murder Dhruv Ugo Mace once and for all.

When I saw that he had finished talking to whoever he was on the phone with, he sat back in his chair and went to sleep. That's why, when he was still asleep, I positioned the Accuracy International AWM sniper gun I'd purchased and pointed it squarely at his head. My heart begins to beat and my thoughts race as I gaze at his sleeping face. 

"Fuck it, I'm not going to be able to kill him!"  I surrendered to myself and placed the rifle on the ground.

I just can't believe I'm the same person I was 17 years ago, always influenced by my emotions and unable to win. 

"You're a jerk, my foolish heart!"  I reprimanded myself severely.

It's partly your responsibility, Dhruv Ugo Mace, for being attractive for the previous 17 years.

All of sudden something vibrated on my pocket and so I took it out and answered the call.

["What do you want, grandmother?" "I asked her, assuming the call was from Grandmother, with a weary voice.

["Miss your grandmother wishes to send this message to you, and someone will try to assassinate Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace tonight"] Mr. Cat told me about my grandmother's message for me.

Mr. Cat's words to me made me chuckle ["Yeah, and it was supposed to be me, but I can't do it-"]

["Your grandma expressly stated that someone else will try to murder him tonight rather than you"] Mr. Cat really interrupted what I was saying.

What?!

I hurriedly grabbed my binoculars and returned to his office, where I saw someone pushing a knife on Dum's neck, making my blood boil in rage, and I forgot about the phone call with Mr. Cat. I quickly reloaded my gun and repositioned it to aim Dum's assailant. As I saw it, Dum retrieved the knife that had been pointing at his neck before and pressed it back to his assailant's neck after gripping his attacker's arm, but he was instantly pushed away from his attacker, leaving them both facing each other. All of sudden his attacker, attacked again with the knife pointing to Dum’s stomach.

It's a shame! It's too tough to fire if they're that close together, I grumbled softly to myself as I noticed both Dum and his attacker were so close together. Whatever happens, he won't die if I only create a minor distraction to keep them apart.

As I shot the first bullet, I noticed that both of them were taken aback by the shattering glass window and watched Dum pull away from his assailant, indicating that the distraction was successful.

"Nice," I said to myself as I prepared my weapon to fire the second bullet.

I noticed as Dum fell off the ground with the attacker's knife in front of him, "No you will not harm my man Bastard," I fiercely warned behind the scenes, and fired the second bullet into the attacker's hand, which was clutching the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Without hesitation, I rapidly placed another bullet into my weapon, pointed it at Dum's assailant, and shot him in the head. "That's what happens if you attempt to hurt my guy in front of me," I triumphantly told myself.

As I returned to Dum's office with the binoculars, assuring myself that he was fine, I noticed him standing on his shattered window, staring directly at my binoculars as if he had seen me. I instantly hid myself from his view and collected up all the empty shells of the bullets that I shot, as well as the gun that I used, which I placed inside the backpack that I had with me tonight. After ensuring that everything was already in my backpack, I crawled out of the building so as not to be discovered by anybody.