𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

06: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

It's been over an hour now and I've been pacing my room, trying to find an outfit to wear to the auction.

I skimmed through my closet full of dresses and decided on a red one. The dress is beautiful, with velvet fabric, an off-shoulder, and a long slit starting at my left thigh.

I slid the dress on and put on a pair of red bottoms. The time was ticking extremely fast today because we had to be early. Charles informed me that things might go down today with Denis so I put my gun in my pocket.

Thanks to my forgetfulness and hatred for Damien, I forgot about a mission a few days ago. Today I have to make up for it, and finally, get what we want from Denis. Charles also has a stupid friend who takes an interest in me.

I'm not looking for a relationship though. Love and sex will throw me off guard and ruin my mission. I'm in Russia to do one thing and I'm not falling in love with anybody.

I grabbed the remaining of my belongings and headed out the door. My place was an hour from the auction so I had to start my journey early. Mental note; need to buy a new house.

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A giant hall entered my line of vision. Many cars were being parked and valeted in the lot. I wasn't comfortable with a random person driving my car, so I parked a few blocks from the auction hall.

I got a text from Charles, telling me that he was outside waiting for me. It was true, by the time I looked up, I caught the same brown-haired boy looking at me. "You ready to see Eugene?" He asks, slipping his hand into mine and opening the door. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

I groan, "why can't you tell him I'm not interested? You know I don't have time for this." I sighed, acting infantile at the moment.

"He won't stop bothering me about you. I couldn't say no." He mutters, as we step into the ginormous hall, chattering engulfs us as we enter.

I leave the topic, for now, the number of people in the hall confused me. There were at least 2,000 people in here, anything could happen tonight, so I needed to hold onto my weapons tightly. Remembering our mic I turn to Charles, "you have your mic in right?"

He looks at me surprised, "how could I forget? I'm the epitome of responsible." I roll my eyes knowing he's talking about how I'm the absolute opposite. We make our way through the crowds of people. Charles nods to a few of his friends and we get seated at a table.

Charles goes to sit beside one of his workers while I sit beside Eugene. There was an empty seat beside me so I decided to put my purse in my free space. Waiters came around with drinks and I took one, sipping on the straw slowly.