Agatha’s POV
When I woke up next morning, I was in dazed for many hours.
I remembered drinking wine and f*cking with my boss nonstop inside Vincent’s room. That was…
“Sexy.”
Yes. I had to be true to myself and admit that I found it sexy. After c*mming several times, I forgot what happened and only remembered vague memories like when he took me inside my room and we did it again. He did not put it inside though, but the feeling was amazing.
Unlike the first time, my body adjusted and I don’t feel sore. Maybe a little? But enough for me to move.
Today is Sunday and my day off. Usually, I would go outside and have fun alone. But I think I will just rest here in the condo.
Once I went out, I saw a note on the table.
[“I went out for the meeting. But I will come back home tomorrow. See you, my lovely Agatha.”]
Happy and contended, I hugged the note and kissed it. He was rough like a beast on b*d, but as a boyfriend, he was sweet.
“A busy man is really my ideal type,” I said.
My eyes then went to the room where we spent our hot night together. Just in case, I checked the room and found out that Vincent wasn’t home.
‘Perfect.’
It seemed he did not come back last night too, so I took this chance to clean the mess and prepared breakfast for myself.
While cooking, I could not help but imagine what would be life if Lanceil and I get married.
‘Will it be fill with happiness?’
Then the slave contract came into my head. Days have already passed by since Lanceil confessed his feelings. By this time, I should have informed Brett and told him that I succeeded in the mission. However, I was feeling… reluctant.
My guts warned me that something would happen once I talked to him and tell him the truth.
“But my first goal was to terminate the contract.”
And the second? To know who killed my father.
If I was stuck in this seducing game, I knew time would pass and I would forget to know the truth behind my father’s murder case.
“Ahh! Sh*t!”
Cursing, I looked down at the pasta I was cooking. Because I was distracted, I poured a lot of pasta onto the pan. The result, I cooked more than I needed.
It would be such a waste to throw the food or let it freeze in the fridge. Thus, I went out, planning to give some to our neighbor.
Ding dong~
Ding dong~
After a few rings, the neighbor next door, who helped me once when I was sick, opened the door.
‘What was her name again? Maxine right?’
“You again?” the mysterious lady complained.
I knew right. This is not the first time I gave food to our neighbor. Maybe it was because I still feel gratitude when she saved me before, and that’s why when I cook good food, I always give her some.
“I cooked a lot this morning. Have this,” I said, offering the Tupperware.
Maxine looked at the food. Her mouth parted as if her saliva was drooling.
Even if she looked so stern, she had to confess that my cooking skill will spar the best chef in town. It’s a talent I only found after becoming a maid.
“I said countless of times that you don’t need to bring me food, didn’t I?” she replied.
“If you don’t want this, then fine. I will…”
“No!” She shouted, grabbing the Tupperware from my hands.
When I looked back, her face was brimming in red.
“S-Since you were stubborn, then I have no choice. I will bring the Tupperware soon.” She said without looking into my eyes.
Somehow, I could see myself in her. That prideful tone and that shy countenance. If we meet in a different place, maybe we can be friends.
“Okay. Just knock on the door. Enjoy the pasta.”
I felt her stare following me as I went back to the condo.
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Third Person’s POV
Killers don't make friends. Because the moment they did, then the guilt for all sins would come.
Maxine opened the window of her condominium and watched the sunset on the horizon, spreading its largess into a grateful sky.
Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, and crimsons. Who says that killer doesn't like to watch beautiful views like this? She also adores watching the sea, a cute puppy, or the first snow in winter. But now, she has her new favorite.
“She’s really stubborn,” Maxine murmured while looking at the Tupperware on the table.
She ate the pasta Agatha cooked, and just like the other dishes she gave, it was satisfying.
Maxine could not understand that despite her and Agatha’s unfriendly manner, she kept coming to give her food. It was as if Agatha was asking her to be her friend, which Maxine could not entertain.
But she had to admit it.
She was happy seeing Agatha and eating her dish.
“I wonder what the next dish would be,” Maxine said, grabbing the Tupperware.
She was on her way to bring it back to Agatha but stopped when her phone rang.
'Kring Kring~'
There was only one who will call her and when that person calls, Maxine knows that she will have another person to kill.
"Yes, Sir?"
[“I will give you your last mission, Maxine. If you kill this person, I will set you free.”]
Again, that promise. Maxine was too tired to hear that she would have her last mission. It always ended with another task. Even so, she hoped that this time, it would be for real.
“All right. Send me the details and the picture.”
[“Okay.”]
The call was dropped. After a few minutes, the caller sent the email of Maxine’s new target.
When Maxine saw the picture in the email, she dropped the Tupperware on the floor.
Her next target… is the beautiful neighbor who gave her the pasta.