Mission not successful

Lyra

Three days ago.

I did not expect to meet the Mafia Boss again. Since I failed to complete his task in Arcron, the worst-case scenario I expected was to be cornered and killed out of the blue—the best one being him forgetting I existed.

No such luck.

I was scribbling down my dream from the night before—which was insanely odd this time. How could a woman I had only seen once be featured in my dream? Anyway, putting aside how insane it sounded, I was just finishing up writing when I heard a knock on my window. I peeked out and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

I opened the window frantically. “What are you doing here?”

The man squeezed into my room, looking comical as his huge suit-clad frame made its way through my window.

“You’ve been away from work. This is the only other way I could think of.” He frowned.

And who was to blame for my absence at work? I had taken a week off to give him time to forget about me. It turned out, that was useless.

“If you’re going to sneak into