Chapter 4

Chapter 4

She personally picked up her much-awaited visa at the CDJ offices. The head councils were not even surprised when Addison carelessly opened the council room door, but they were still grinning. They anticipated that she would beg for the darn promotion right away.

   

"Congratulations 'manslayer'. Here is your visa.” Head council Tamara showed the red card and fiddled with it in her hand, but she couldn't reach it. She knows what they're thinking. Another bargain to deal with. Such a bitch! They really don't want to overdo it, Addison thinks sarcastically. Everything will be done just to keep her in the dull life of the Philippines. "But before that, you have your new client." She curled my eyebrow. Another dull job. His secretary approached him and handed over the iPod. She gave her a deep look but the secretary remained silent.

“New target?” she guessed. 

   

“No, but she will take you to your new target. Deal with that woman, and you can get your visa.” He was tormented by nothingness. What else can she do, everyone is taking advantage of each other. Her to get back to Berlin with no one following and no one trying to disrupt her life, and them to protect CDJ's reputation. If it wasn't for her, this CDJ would have been gone for a long time. She could have lived the life she wanted, she could have flown higher and farther, far from CDJ but she didn't. She is here because of her. And she can't do anything but to obey. Addison swore and she would keep it. Addison secretly clenched her fist. 'From this day, I would only think of being a killer, I have to put my heart and tenderness away from me. I have to kill my own emotions. For him, I will do everything. Just wait 'til I made it back to Berlin'.

“I can’t see hesitation in your eyes ‘manslayer’ this is a good start for you to do your job perfectly in silence.” 

   

   

After that, she left CDJ and went home. She doesn't care if the councils continue to manipulate her, she is devoted to this job in the first place. She continued to enter the room and took off her clothes, then changed into a two-piece black bikini and put on a robe and left the room again. At the back of the house was the 12x12 meters, 8 feet swimming pool, she only did a few backstrokes when the cell phone suddenly rang. Addison reluctantly went up and wiped her hair before answering.

   

“Manslayer, speaking?”

   

“This is Margarita de Jesus, your client, mind to meet?” if she is not mistaken that is the name of her new client. 

Addi spoke after inhaling deeply. She picked up the phone and went into the room to get dressed. "Sure, email me your location." Only wore all-black clothing, including a leather jacket, skinny trousers, high-cut boots, and a black mask. The CLT and extra ammunition were put into the jacket's hidden pocket while the burning phone was taken up from the bench and placed there.

She arrived at the JP Airlines structure while pulling a Ducati huge bike. went without being stopped or interrogated and went right to Margarita's office.

   

She exhales heavily and knocks three times before going inside. When Margarita spotted her, she got up from the high-back swivel chair where she was seated. The woman is 56 years old, and it is clear that she has wrinkles on her face. Filipino and half-Japanese. Her father, the chairman and CEO of JP Airlines, who is also her father, is Filipino and her mother is Japanese. The woman came up to her and offered her a hand. The client was given a small smile by the young lady, who then graciously took her hand. She looked the woman over from head to toe, and as she had anticipated, her eyes were commanding, rigid, and strict. She even smelled her aroma, which was potent but expensive and distinctive.

   

“Nice to finally meet you, I honestly believed you to be a male, but I was mistaken—behind that disguise, you're a gorgeous woman. yet ruthless individual.” Even its tone is polite: "Please have a seat.” When the woman asked her secretary to bring them tea over the intercom, Addison paid close attention to what she did. The woman then folded her hands and set them on the table. She swiftly diverted her gaze when their eyes met and feigned to be looking at the painting on its right side. Even still, that shouts money. She switched her attention back to the woman and offered nothing in response to her probing gaze.

She asked, emotionless, "What are you going to make me work on, Madame?" A folder containing private documents and details on her uncle was handed to the woman after she moved just a little. That appears to be the objective.

She nodded slightly and folded the papers. "As you can see, that guy is my uncle. I know I seem callous, but I want you to knock that person down. He is spending a lot of money and that money comes from the firm itself, and murdering him is the only way to stop him.”    "I'll take care of it, and the fee." She put the folder aside to look closely at the person in front of her again.

"I heard from others that you are picky about your price, and I even asked the council. It is not a joke that they are asking for payment. So, name your price." Addison gasped inwardly. A slight smile appeared on her lips. Now she realizes that accepting jobs at CDJ is not a bad thing because the exchange is a lot of money, and now she's thinking crazy, especially after hearing the client's offer.

She smirked, "I'm not an easy money. I will tell you how much I am worth after the task." The woman approached him while standing up and extended her arm for a handshake.

"Manslayer, don't let me down on this one." He merely gave her a blank stare, but she was shrieking with joy nonetheless.

Addison gave in and took that packet out of Margarita's office, saying, "You can count on me." She took off her gloves in the restroom before discarding them in the trash. In order to spend some time, there while reading the folder's contents, she descended to the parking lot. Margarita was correct; her uncle was really defiling a lot of property. Matteo de Jesus, take use of your remaining time because death is coming. Both her iPod and her target's schedule were examined. He was in his office alone around three in the afternoon.

   

Matteo's office is far from the CEO's main office; he was there alone with his secretary. She sighed sharply. Even if she killed the man in front of many people, Margarita didn't care. Addison returned to the building again but chose to go through the back, climbing the long staircase to the 15th floor, where the target's office was. She entered the ladies' room for a while to change her clothes, a black pencil dress that was just a step away from her undies. She pulled the hair back with the stiletto-type dagger she always used when killing. She put a long coat over the clothes and then proceeded to the target's office. She walks like a cat, graceful and composed. Some employees she passes by can see her behavior. It's mostly admiration and envy of women. Addison stopped right in front of Matteo's office, who opened it and spat out a tall, beautiful woman. The sexsecretary

"Miss, what do you need? Do you have an appointment?" the secretary asked while inspecting her body.

Addison flipped her hair and curled her eyebrows. "None, but Matteo needs me now, you know, baby time." The secretary was stunned for a while, so she took the chance to enter the office and lock it. Matteo sat in his swivel chair at the end of the hallway and appeared to be dozing off. She had such amazing timing. Her boots' resounding footsteps in the office caused him to become preoccupied. Although he was a little taken aback by her appearance, he quickly felt relieved after taking off her coat and coming clean in front of her. In his eyes, she detected lust. What a moron!

"I just finished with Sandra, is it my special day?"

As he drew closer, Addison pulled his necktie ferociously. He stared at her amusingly, such a poor guy, if only this one wasn't old, he would have punished him but sad to say he was extremely old, he didn't reach her standard.

"Yes and no. Because today is your fortunate day," she said as she sat on his lap and stroked her hand over the man's body.

Even though she merely touched his pants, she could still hear him sighing with pleasure when she caressed his hard part. Because of this, he dislikes guys. Leave out the information that he is a pimp, selling women, engaged in far too many questionable under-the-table deals, and that she has grown more compelled to kill him. That one made her pissed off. She took the dagger out of her hair and let it fall, aiming it towards the neck of the elderly guy, gazing at him with a fierce look in her eyes.

She recognizes terror in his eyes, in his voice, and screams all over his body as he asks, "W-What are you doing?"

   

“Ow this? This is how you going to pay for everything. Say hi to Satan for me.” She violently buried the dagger in the old man's left chest three times; it was her mark. Addison pressed the intercom to let the secretary in. Sandra was surprised by what she saw, but Addi immediately hit the woman in the stomach, causing her to lose consciousness. She messes up the office as well as the woman's clothes. She also smeared blood on Sandra's hand and placed her dagger there, which also had traces of blood. She looked around for a moment at what appeared to be a harassment scene, but she knew the police would not believe her because of the mark she left. Well, that's Margarita's problem. She thought that and left the office. She immediately called Margarita to inform her of what happened and that she would take care of the next step, including the payment, and without a second thought, she gave the uncle's share in the name of Kenzie. She is now a shareholder of JP Airlines in just a moment of time. In the ladies' room, she got dressed again and broke the burned phone. 

"About the legal transferring of the share, I will take care of that."