Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 39 : Job Mismatch

As I sit on the fancy velvet stool, drops of sweat starts to run over the sides of my neck, not because the doctor lab coat is warm, but on the heightened anxiety I am feeling on my body.

Despite the whole dimmed place filled with the noises of different people, I could not even hear them very well. The core of my abdomen feels like its very tight, I wanna throw up.

God damn it.

"How many minutes more then?" I asked the person who took his "dignity" on the table to be a woman for one night.

"Exactly 5 minutes from now." His cold and deep voice came out from a very beautiful disguise he has.

5 minutes. 5 minutes and it feels like eternity.

I kept my cool as I try to contain myself. My chest feels like pounding, not because I am anxious of this mission, but rather, seeing Stella again. Again, but in her dangerous state.

It's my fault at the start and I even regretted it for reals. I just wish her back. And this is my only chance.

Our attentions were caught as we heard the crowd going a bit off on their noises from behind. Being seated in one of the VIP front row tables from the stage, we had the opportunity to witness the entrance of a man.

Particularly an arab man, wearing his full black Kandora. His hair was completely covered as he wears a black aviator glasses. Rings of pure gold was seen on every finger on his hand, completely showing off his high status.

On his left side, were of course, weapon-geared body guards in full formal suits, and obviously a doctor researcher, carrying metal suit cases.

They finally occupied the table beside us, giving us, especially Hagalaz the tensive aura as the said man started to stare at him maliciously.

Shits going to be real. I smirked secretly, mocking this kind of asshole covered in gold.

The arab man, of course, firstly laid his eyes on Hagalaz who was completely disguised as a filthy rich Chinese whore.

"Ei, beauty! You look so sexy!!" the said arab man as he raised his aviator glasses for a better view.

Everybody on our table was obviously trying our best to conceal different emotions after that hilarious unexpected comment.

Man.. if this guy only knew...

I found myself unconsciously laying my palm on my jaw and slowly covering my mouth and try not to burst out of extreme laughter.

Fuuuuuck. God damn it. This guy must be really feeling all antsy down there.

Tristan immediately grabbed his crystal champagne glass and looked away as he tries his very best not to be bothered by the said comment.

Hagalaz maintained his stance and never looked back at the said man. He then crossed his legs, making that arab guy go nuts. Damn it Hagalaz. How are you even doing that!?

I guess, they aren't calling you a Captain for nothing.

Hagalaz' Point of View

The coldness of the air conditioning unit touched my bare skin over my thighs as I slightly crossed my legs to give this little shit a peek-a-show.

I could even witness the lustful reaction all over his disgusting face. Tho he looked quite young for his age.

Or.. could it be?

The lights started to dim as a very fancy old man, served as the master of the trade, made his way up on the glittery fancy stage.

The audience's attention immediately focused on the center stage, as numerous guards shut the doors closed for any other visitors.