At the same time, in another place...
"Chairman, I just received a call. The assassin is ready and had actually already arrived in Harrisburg."
Damian, sitting in his office chair in the high-rise glass office, listened quietly to Brian, his assistant. But, despite all the preparation, he couldn't shake the feeling that something still felt lacking.
So, in the end, after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, and while keeping his composure, knowing the situation was already quite serious, and he had to be careful. As, if Eva ever became too reckless, it could cost him his head.
In a cold, menacing voice, he finally spoke.
"What about the previous assassin? Are you still unable to contact him or determine his current situation? At least if he's alive?"
"Unfortunately, I was unable to get any kind of lead regarding him."
"Tracking his phone, we know that he got away from the target's house, but after, he left the city, we lost the signal."
"Most importantly, even though I found out that Mistress Eva had also gone discreetly that night, that was all we could uncover, even with all our people there."
"But… it's presumed he's already dead."
Damian tried not to flare up upon hearing the same report he had already heard more than a few times. He really tried hard, as even though he was holding the glass ashtray tightly in his hand, he didn't throw it. Still, he couldn't help but shout, letting out a string of curses to relieve the stress.
And finally, after some time, when he seemed to have calmed, he spoke again, his voice still tinged with frustration.
"How confident are you this time that the assassin will succeed?"
The assistant, who didn't seem to mind the insults, replied without missing a beat.
"More than 90% sure it will succeed!"
"After all, even last time, aside from the maid, Mistress Eva didn't bring anyone with her."
Hearing his confident tone, Damian became even more pissed and agitated, shouting once again.
"That's the problem, you fucker!"
"Since when did that wench start taking matters into her own hands?"
"If she had just sent her maid and some guards, or anyone, that would have been fine."
"But do you know what it means that she went on her own?"
Seeing his idiot assistant, whom he had thought was competent enough, act , Damian, for the first time, wasn't sure if he should continue down this path or if it was really the right choice. As, despite everything, despite his desire to make her his own, she was still a scary woman, after all.
More than ever, now, even if the assassination succeeded, he wouldn't be able to feel completely relieved.
'So, should I wait for things to calm down and ask for some help?'
While the thought occurred to Damian, even if briefly, his pride still wouldn't allow it.
So, feeling even more anger at the situation, and even more at Eva, who had refused him but was now chasing after some boy, wet behind the ears, Damian finally snapped. His wounded pride made his frustration reach a boiling point, and with a furious growl, he said, "Make sure you bring his head to me."
'Do you have a misunderstanding that we're living in some kind of historical drama?' the assistant thought, sarcasm thick in his mind.
'Like really, what do you mean by fucking head? A literal one?'
Despite his inner grumbling and curses that followed, the assistant managed to force a smile and did his best to reassure his boss.
"Don't worry, there is no possibility of failure this time."
"After all, unlike the previous time, where the assassin was asked to make it seem like a robbery attempt…"
"This time, it's just killing, even using firearms, and with someone a lot more professional at that."
"So, it's clearly a guaranteed case!"
Against Brian's claim, Damian didn't seem to be reassured and was still frowning.
In the end, knowing that he couldn't back down, no, he wouldn't back down, he said,
"90% is not enough. Tell him he needs to wait for the perfect chance. If he feels even slightly that his skills alone aren't adequate, retreat immediately and ask for help."
"I don't think there will be another chance. If we don't succeed this time, after all..."
'At least, not in the short term.'
"So, don't fucking ruin it."
Brian, maintaining his reassured smile, replied in a confident tone, all while still cursing inwardly.
"Don't worry, Chairman. I'll tell the assassin exactly what you ordered!"
Damian's weathered face shifted slightly as he heard Brian, his assistant. In the end, he just muttered.
"It really better be worth it."
"So, it's a guaranteed success?"
Christian couldn't help but ask in a ridiculing manner after hearing Damian's conversation.
Still, knowing that the assassin this time would even use firearms, he knew he couldn't afford to be careless. So, after tapping at the desk for a moment, he asked,
"Have you been able to determine the assassin's location for now?"
[Yes. But it's still quite far and not moving. Moreover, it seems she won't make a move before midnight.]
Christian started pondering whether he should wait until midnight, and she came to him or make a move on her immediately. But then, something suddenly grabbed his attention.
"Wait, she? Is the assassin not a man this time?"
[No, it's a woman, a young one at that.]
Christian couldn't help but pause at the confirmation. But more than underestimating her because she was a woman, he was more intrigued by the fact that despite being a woman, she was even more professional and stronger than the previous assassin.
It wasn't about the notion that women were physically weaker than men either; it was about how someone like her could be more skilled, when essence technique were not involved.
Even then, he didn't plan to spare her. Her fate had been sealed the moment she chose to go against him, after all.