Two

Athena

Sure thing, Bastard. 

Holding his steely gaze, I plopped my ass on the chair before him. My nerves tingle, itching with an impulsive desire to use my hairpin. He was simply a few meters across. All it would take was one swipe at his carotid artery and he was gone.

My eyes drifted down to his bulging bicep stretching the Italian suit he wore and mentally shook my head. He was the Lord of the mafia for goodness sake. I doubted he would be that easy to kill. Besides, he was wary of me at the moment. He might hide behind a blank face, but personally interviewing me showed that he wanted to assess my reactions. He wanted to know who he was dealing with. 

"Mrs. Emile Mourinho referred you," He spoke, fishing out a file from the numerous that occupied his table. "She says you're capable enough to handle being my assistant." 

"Yes Mr. Moretti," I said with a grin.  "I had my MBA in Brunswick. Though it's such a less prominent place, I have worked with professors who have the tightest schedules and successfully managed them." 

For a minute he said nothing, staring at me in a way that both unnerved and irritated me. "I have a way busier schedule than your professors, Miss Gonzalez. Are you-" his eyes fell somewhere below my neck and my face reddened. "-sure you are up to the task?" 

I smiled wider as if it would help. But smiling was all part of Raven Gonzalez's character. "Would you like to test me, sir?" 

Luciano made a funny sound low in his throat as if he found my answer rather amusing and continued reading through my file. He snapped it shut after a while and pushed it aside. My heart jumped to my throat at the movement. If he thought I was an undercover agent, if he suspected me at all, one of us would not leave this place alive. 

"Can you work under pressure, Gonzalez?" He questioned and I relaxed slightly. At least he wasn't doubting my file anymore. 

"I believe I can," I replied. 

"You'll do more than simply manage my schedule, you do realize that, don't you? You will make sure that my day runs as smoothly as possible without kinks. You will handle conversations with potential investors, clients, customers, and widely renowned folks.  You will always be present, whenever I need you, no matter what time of the day or if it's a weekend." He explained in one breath and leaned forward. "And so I ask again, Raven Gonzalez. Are you up for this task?" 

You have no idea. I wanted to say. You have no fucking idea how up for this task I am. Instead, I dimmed my smile a little because it had to look creepy with me smiling all the time. Schooling my expression to look innocent, I stared at him with wide eyes and asked. "Anywhere and anytime, Mr. Moretti?" 

His brows furrowed and he leaned back. "Yes. I understand if you can't-"

"I am available sir," I said, cheerily. "I'll always be available for you." 

Until you're dead, I thought snidely. I just needed to secure the job as his PA first. Afterward, phase two of the plan would commence. 

Seducing the mafia Lord.

****

"Here's your office," Luciano announced, pushing aside a screen door attached to one of the walls in his office. 

The sizable office was adjoined to his. It held a deep brown desk and on it were a landline phone, a laptop, and a stack of documents. 

"Oh my," I whispered as I stepped in. "I love it." 

The man behind me simply grunted and walked back to his seat. "Get yourself familiar with the files on your desk. Emile left a weekly schedule, go through it as well." 

Nodding at him, I closed the screen door and assessed my surroundings. The upper half of the screen door was made of glass, which meant he could easily watch me from his office. 

As I settled on the chair, I noticed a small black object in the farthest corner of the wall. A camera. A small smile played on my lips. I suppose that was normal. He was a cruel man and was bound to have a lot of enemies. All that meant was that I needed to convince him I was not a threat. At least not physically.

I brushed my hairpin lightly as if reassuring myself that I always had my last resort if things went haywire. I had been holding back because I had sworn to Frederick that I wouldn't kill the bastard until I'd gotten the information he needed. But if my cover gets blown, I would gut Luciano to pieces. 

I whipped out my mobile phone, opened my I*******m, and posted the statue of liberty. Frederick would get the signal that I had successfully gotten in.

Picking a file, I began studying it. If I wanted to stick around long enough to achieve my goals, I had to be efficient at my job and efficient at handling him as well. I had almost gone through all the files when the land phone rang. 

"Miss Gonzalez," Luciano's deep voice filtered through the receiver and I glanced back at the screen door. 

Just as I had suspected, it was soundproof.

"Yes, Mr. Moretti?" I asked, sweetly. 

"I have a guest now. Cancel all my meetings till two pm." He explained and curiously I glanced at the screen door again. I could see him seated at his desk. But I couldn't see his guest. 

"Two pm?" A foreign female voice purred. "We're going to need more time Lulu," 

Of course, I thought dryly. Exactly as we had suspected, Luciano liked women. Like was a fucking understatement. To the outside world, he was the epitome of perfection. A billionaire and a no-nonsense one at that. But after tailing him for years, it was easy to figure out what Luciano did right under the noses of the masses. He loved pleasure. And he found it in the arms of women. Constantly. 

The giggling woman at the other end was most likely his flavor of the month. 

"Two pm, Gonzalez," he deadpanned. 

"Got it, Mr. Moretti," I replied promptly but the pompous idiot had dropped the call. 

Since I couldn't hear a thing from his office, I waited for twenty minutes before peering into his office. He was gone. Along with the woman. I glanced at my watch and nodded. I had four hours until he was back. I needed to act fast. 

Dragging a chair to the end of my office, I climbed it and placed a tapping device on the camera. That way, a group of cyber geniuses from the Undercover Ops, situated nearby could manipulate it. Slipping into his office, I sifted through all possible locations where he could hide a camera and tapped them all. Satisfied with my work, I cracked my knuckles and moved back to my office. 

Uploading another picture of the statue of liberty to alert Frederick that I had tapped his cameras so they could connect it to my phone, I continued going through the files. 

A few minutes past two, Luciano walked into the office. I watched him through my phone.  To anyone else, he looked the same as he had in the morning. But I hadn't spent years in the FBI just so I could be easily fooled by a rather cheap trick. The suit he wore was a different black suit from the one he had worn in the morning. His hair shone with reapplied gel, the layers weren't done as evenly as it was in the morning, however. 

It was time to commence phase two. Seducing a man like him ought to be very easy.