Chapter 3: I, Crystal Fei, Will Take The Task

    “Why… why did you choose me? Griselda is prettier, Maude knows the social circle well. And Dianne is seductive, she can infatuate any man. Why me? Sir, you know that I can’t be that kind of woman.” she questioned, her tone filled with disbelief and demanding for answers. Although she has no rights to question her superior, she couldn’t help but question why of all women, why her?

    “Cristopher, could you please leave for a moment? I want to talk to Crystal in private.” he glanced over to the man standing beside her.

    Cristopher hastily nodded his head and walked out. The doors closed after he went out; the bodyguards must’ve closed them after.

    “Sir, I—” she tried to explain, yet was cut off by her Boss speaking.

    “Do you still remember the reason you told me, as to why you joined my association in the first place?” he cut her off mid-sentence, his eyes looking straight at hers that she couldn’t break away from the eye contact which he had established.

    She could only shift her weight around in discomfort while biting her lower lip, thinking about her words before she might accidentally say things that she shouldn’t.

    “Revenge, I want to get revenge on the person who caused my brother’s death.” Crystal spoke after a moment of thought.

    “I know.” he replied after her statement, he has known her for so long, he knows exactly what she wants by joining. He remembers it all even if 10 years has finally passed.

    She adverted her gaze, not knowing what else to say.

    “The young master of the Valencia household is none other than Antony Valencia, a wealthy heir, and a fool. He spends his days in spending money in unnecessary places. He is also fond of mingling with women. His family thought that they should get him a fiancé, to prepare him for the time where he will inherit the family business. I want you to undercover as a rich Young Missy, and get close to Antony Valencia.” he spoke again after the silence. He looked into her eyes in a strict manner with an aura of expectation as he awaited her response.

    She hesitated still, looking from the words on the file, and onto her superior’s expectant gaze.

    “… What does Antony Valencia have to do with my desire for revenge?” she questioned again, her eyes narrowing and sharpening. “What is his relevance to the case?” she continued after her query.

    A snicker was all could be seen in Harry’s expression. “My dear Crystal Fei, he is indirectly related, because the real target is his father, Harold Valencia. I am sure that you are aware of your brother’s occupation as an assassin as well, am I correct?” he questioned.

    Earning a nod from the female whom began to clench her hand on the file, crumpling the sides of which she held the file.

    Harry saw the building up rage in her eyes and the way she gripped the file. The mention of her brother can blow her fuse so fast, that her anger is of equivalent violence when she acts.

    “The target of that assassination is Harold Valencia, the Director/CEO of VGC or the Valencia Group of Companies. Your brother died in his hands, because it is reported that your brother was the hostage that Harold held onto, and he died because of him.” he stated, he could see how she girthed her teeth in fury.

    Hands balled into clenched fists, crumpling the file in her hands, and her fists trembled from the pressure of fury within her.

    Anger is purely evident in her eyes.

    “The only way that we could reach Harold, is through his son, Antony Valencia. And the candidacy event will be our only opportunity to do so. Antony will soon be the newly appointed CEO of VGC, he is very useful.” he continued with a sly grin underneath his strict facade.

    Suddenly, Crystal girthed her teeth and ripped the file apart regardless of how thick it was, it was at least 1 inch thick yet with her angered grasp. She ripped it to shreds of hundreds of pieces.

    Harry was amused by her temper and leaned back on his seat, looking into her eyes that is filled with grief and anger. He could see how the heavy emotion of wanting to take revenge so bad is evident, and anger is the fuel that ignites the flame in his intention.

    “So, Crystal Fei. Are you willing to take on the task, and seek revenge?” he questioned one more time, no longer fazed over the fact that her burning anger can do wonders that he himself cannot fathom. But he knows that he can control her well, and the anger driven by the passion of vengeance is the key.

    “I, Crystal Fei, will avenge my brother. I will accept the task, sir.” she spoke after managing to control and cease her emotions of anger.

    "You can count on me. I will accomplish the tast with utmost efficiency. You won't be disappointed." Crystal promised after speaking. Her eyes filled with pure determination, this task was what she was waiting for. 

   Her Revenge.

    Harry nodded in acknowledgement after she spoke, a subtle smile on his face.

    “Good, I will send you another file, containing everything you need to know and keep in mind. Later today, I will have Cristopher find you your new identity. So, get some rest and be prepared.” he spoke for the last time before he waved his hand, signifying that she is excused for now, and is allowed to carry on with her own agendas.

    As she left, Harry gave a sigh of relief and kept leaning on his seat. His eyes darted to the picture frame that stood in his desk, he picked it up and gazed his fingers over the glass. “This time, I will make you regret choosing him over me…” he chuckled and placed the picture frame back on the table, but placed it with the front facing down on the desk.

    “This is just the beginning… Beauty and brains are useless, compared to the passion of anger and hatred.” He mumbled to himself before heading back to resume his agendas.

    This was the moment that he has been waiting for. 

    The opportunity to strike back, the opportunity to get back at all those who crushed him under their power. The opportunity to take back everything that he has lost because of that one person, that one person who ruined him. That one person, that he used to trust.

    Trust is a very fragile thing. It cannot be seen, but it could be felt. 

    It's either by instinct, or caught from the unbreakable bond between two people.

    Like siblings, trust is established at birth. It's so strong yet so fragile, it could break like a glass falling from a table.

    Where it can never be fixed after such damage.

    Perhaps, this is the day that he has been longing for. The day that he finally gets the vengeance he deserves. 

    The day that he has been waiting for so long. It's coming near, he can feel it.