I woke up in my warm, cozy bed and sat up, feeling a headache pounding in my head. As I looked around, I realized I was still in my work clothes from last night. Apparently, I had been too exhausted to change and had just collapsed into bed. Surprisingly, even my mascara hadn't smudged, as I noticed in the mirror. I had intended to finish work at 8 p.m. last night, but I ended up staying until 1 a.m., sorting through paperwork and preparing for my role as the bank manager's personal escort.

With a sigh, I descended the stairs, glancing at the clock—it was already 6 a.m. I hadn't asked my mother to wake up early to make breakfast today. In the living room, I stretched and then headed to the door, where I found a package in the mail with no name or address. It must have been the package from the boss. I brought it inside, sat on the couch, and opened it with my nails. Inside, there was a driver's license, passport, bank card, house key,another phone, car keys, resume, and an armband for the bank service. 

There was also a note that read, "There's $500k in the bank account and your new adress is Chaplin street 134."

Feeling relieved, I leaned back on the couch and scratched my head. 

My mother, emerging from her bedroom in her robe, rubbed her eyes and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

 I turned to her, smiling, and replied, "Mom, I have an upcoming undercover mission." 

She suddenly perked up, fastening her robe and joining me on the other couch, asking anxiously, "What do you mean?" 

I laughed, "It's nothing dangerous, trust me."

 She visibly relaxed, saying, "I was worried you were spying on dangerous gangs!"

 I shook my head and  lied reassured her, "No, it's just a company job, auditing their finances." 

She breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her forehead, brushing away her worries.

 Internally, I chuckled, thinking, "Mom, if only you knew who I was really dealing with."

 Last night, I delved into the darknet and uncovered more information about him. I stumbled upon numerous videos where faces were blurred, but his physique gave him away—it was Dante.He was seen in a video slicing the face of a traitor, and I nearly felt sick to my stomach. The way he conducted himself last day was a stark departure from the Dante I thought I knew in the cafe, his eyes were different!

I stood up and walked over to my mom, leaning down and embracing her tightly before pulling away. "Mom, I'll be living somewhere else for the duration of my assignment, and for security reasons, you won't be able to contact me. Only I can initiate contact." 

She smiled and stood up, returning the hug and patting my back firmly. "Rose, please be careful, and if things get dangerous, don't hesitate to leave."

 I released her from the hug and grasped her shoulder, looking at her with a broad smile. "Everything will be fine, Mom."

 I took her pinky finger in mine and chuckled, "Pinkie promise." 

She laughed too. Stepping back, I headed for the door, and she followed me from behind. I opened the door, already halfway outside when I turned to her. 

"I have to go now."

 Leaning her head against the doorframe, she gave me a smile. "Take care of yourself." 

I nodded at her and stepped out.

The breeze tousled my loose hair as I glanced at the car key they had given me. It was for a BMW E36, and scanning the street, I pressed the button to hear the beep. The sound came from the left, and I turned in that direction, spotting a sleek black BMW, almost like a diamond. It even had spoilers and brand-new rims. I couldn't help but grin; the boss had good taste. Getting into the driver's seat, I started the engine, reveling in its powerful purr. Driving off, I felt the difference from the SUV; this was sportier, more my style.

After 20 minutes, I arrived at the bank and parked nearby. Unlike the FBI, they didn't have a private parking lot. I sighed and stepped out of the car. 

The bank, called "Advisory," was one of the largest in the area. I fastened my service band around my wrist and entered. The door opened automatically, revealing a sleek interior with white glossy tiles. A red carpet led to the employees' area in the middle.

An older man, slightly overweight and in a gray suit, greeted me with a smile at the entrance. 

"You must be Sofia Donn," he said.

 I smiled back. "Allow me to introduce myself. Indeed, I am Sofia Donn, 25 years old, and an experienced bodyguard."

 He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I know this job is only temporary and should remain private." 

I gave him a thumbs-up and replied, "Exactly."

He gestured for me to follow him and turned around, heading towards the staff elevator. I followed suit. He pressed the button, and after a few seconds, the door opened, and we stepped in. Standing side by side, the elevator was adorned with marble and had a light fixture at the top. 

He crossed his hands behind his back and then said, "You won't actually accompany me; you'll have a desk outside my office where you'll do your job. You're free to take breaks whenever you want since you're not officially here."

 I nodded in agreement, feeling hunger creeping up on me and my nose starting to bleed. Quickly, I grabbed the tissue Dante had given me yesterday to stop the bleeding. 

The boss turned to me, asking, "Are you alright?"

 I smiled and reassured him, "Everything's fine." 

He nodded, and as the elevator reached the 10th floor, we got out.

Walking down the unusually long hallway with white tiles and cameras, we arrived at the designated desk area. 

He pointed upward. "This is your spot," he said, then gestured towards his office door. "And here's where I'll be." 

I placed my belongings on the desk, and he proceeded to his office door, adding, "If you need anything, just knock and come in." 

He added, "Oh, and it's entirely up to you what you wear to work. It should be obvious to everyone that you're supposedly my bodyguard,Collon said to me."

I thanked him, and as he went inside, I took a moment to look around. There was a large window on the left side, offering a view of the entire intersection. Perfect.

Dizziness washed over me, and I had to hold onto the chair. Hunger and sleep deprivation were taking their toll. I briefly massaged my forehead, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

I decided to go back down to the café and grab something to eat. Carrying my bag, I headed to the elevator, which opened as I approached. Stepping inside, it descended, and I exited, making my way out and down the entire intersection until I reached the traffic light. It took 10 minutes to reach the traffic light, and when it turned green, I crossed the street to the café and opened the door. The doorbell chimed as I entered. 

The staff member turned around cheerfully, saying, "Oh, it's you!"

 I smiled at her and said, hungry, "I'm starving; I need three croissants and a big coffee." 

She laughed and replied, "Don't worry; I'll make you the tastiest ones." 

I smiled back at her.

Looking around the café, I spotted James sitting there looking angry; he hadn't noticed me yet. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around angrily, and when he saw me, he stood up and grabbed my wrist aggressively. 

I tried to free myself, asking, "What's gotten into you, James?"

 Through clenched teeth, he hissed, "You dirty little rat, blocking me?"

 He grew louder, "Who do you think you are?"

 Then he yelled furiously, "I'm breaking up with you, not the other way around!"

 He shook my wrist aggressively, and I winced in pain, saying, "Let go!" 

He scoffed and placed his free hand on his hip.

 I said angrily, tears welling up, "James, if you don't let go of me right now, you let me no other decisions!"

With my other free hand I searched on my hip for my gun. 

Suddenly, someone turned James around by the shoulder. 

It was Dante! His other free hand was in the pocket of his suit, his cold gaze could kill. His demeanor was completely different from yesterday when he looked at me.

 He pressed firmly on James's shoulder, causing him pain, and said softly and dangerously, "Didn't you hear her? Let go of her."

 James, wide-eyed with fear, stuttered, "W-who are you?"

 Dante gave James an undercut. His head snapped up, and he released his grip on me. James slammed into the table behind him, and I, shocked, covered my mouth with my hands and took a step back. Dante rolled up the sleeves of his suit and shirt, looking at him like a wolf.