54 : Olive Branches

• Rome, Italy •

Shit's about to go down.

It was all his flustered brain could reiterate while he sat in complete silence in the hotel lobby. Every now and then, Théo glimpsed the glass doors to check the entrance and make sure the security guards were still there, and that he wasn't going to be shot dead by some hitman in such a public place.

Not that he would prefer to be killed in another location. He just wasn't ready to die today. Not with so many things going on in his life, and so little room for mistakes.

The agency would definitely prefer a more discreet death when it came to their informants, though. That way, less media exposure and less chances of the general public figuring out that he was not simply a Paris-born fashion model by profession.

While his distracted brain tried to come up with a sensible plan, Théo couldn't stop his fist from clenching on t