Chapter 3: Beware The Seductress

Inside his lavish hotel suit, Calista's eyes followed him closely as he uncuffed the briefcase from his wrist. Next, he went over to the dresser table where a digital safe box sat. Using his thumbprint he unlocked the safe and deposited the case into the safe before relocking it.

He then turned to face her, a charming smile spread on his face. “I have encountered the most beautiful women of the world, but you my dear, are a discovery.” Mr. Xang said in a steamy tone as he settled onto the bed, undoing his tie with one hand and reaching out for her with the other.

Calista took his hand, but he suddenly pulled her into his laps. She could feel her skin crawl, her thighs tingling with irritation. Reluctantly, she leaned in, and instantly masked the disgust and revulsion in her face with a flirtatious look.

“I'm flattered, Marcus,” She purred.

“No. In here, I’d prefer you called me ‘daddy’” Mr. Xang sounded more dominant. He leaned in closer, his eyes roaming all over her breasts. “And you'll be my pet, and you'll do whatever it is Daddy wants you to do.” He whispered his demand huskily.

“And…” She breathed into his face, her lips a few inches away from his, “what would daddy want me to do?” She demanded.

A mischievous smirk spread across Mr. Xang's face. "Strip," he commanded, his piercing gaze seeming to strip her bare already. Calista's eyes remained locked on his, a flicker of hesitation dancing across her face before she unleashed a sly, playful smile. She stood up and took a deliberate step back, her fingers moving to unzip her dress.

“Slowly,” She heard him add like a warning.

And she obeyed. Slowly, her hands behind her, she zipped down her dress.

Pulling down the arms of the dress, her perky bosoms shot out as if screaming to be freed from the black lacy camisole that held them in place. Her exposed skin glistened under the dim light, and with masked contempt, she watched Mr. Xang licked his lips in admiration.

She slightly swayed her hips left and right as she slowly pulled down her dress, and then off her legs. Now leaving her with only her sexy black lingerie and heels, she stepped closer to Mr. Xang.

He instinctively swallowed as he barely stopped himself from drooling at the sight of her. His eyes burning with desire, and glistening red with arousal, his lips slightly parted. ‘Remarkable.’ He thought. Remarkable, she was indeed.

As she deliberately approached him, his eyes trailed from her cleavage to her toned belly, and from her deep belly button to her slim waist. Before he could look further down, she was so close to his face, enveloping him in her sweet, intoxicating perfume.

She spoke so softly. “Like what you see… daddy?” She bent forward. “Hmm?” She moaned in his ear, pushing him down to the bed with one hand.

He let out a dirty chuckle as his back landed softly on the bed. “Hell, yeah!”

She smiled. A dark, sinister smirk. “Too bad.” She whispered, her right hand discreetly trailing to her back.

“Huh?”

“Because that's the last thing you'll see before you die.” As these words tumbled out of her mouth, she swiftly retracted the tanto dagger she had preparedly hidden underneath her bralette. And in the very next moment, her eyes flashing with anger, she savagely slashed his throat.

Mr. Xang reflexively grabbed his neck with one hand, choking and gurgling in his own blood while his clothes and the bed sheets got drenched with it. But Calista didn't wait to watch him die before she unleashed another form of brutality on him. Using the Japanese blade, she violently grabbed his right hand, pinned it to the bed and chopped off his thumb.

Then she got up, went over to the safe on the dresser. She unlocked it using the detached bloody thumb and retrieved the briefcase.

As Calista finished cleaning the blood from her skin and dressed, her victim's lifeless body stared back at her, eyes frozen in a permanent glare. But what was supposed to be a meticulously planned mission was soon disrupted by an untimely intrusion.

“Room service!” a cheerful hotel staff announced, sauntering into the room with a skimpy maid gown, bold makeup, a wine and two glasses in hand—without knocking.

Her smile instantly faltered as her gaze fell upon the blood-soaked bed, and she unleashed a blood-curdling scream that alerted the bodyguards.

In a minute, the four bodyguards, who had been waiting patiently for their boss, burst into the room with urgency. Calista, anticipating the chaos, had already secured a hiding spot, ready to weather the impending storm of bullets.

"Bitch!" the first bodyguard spat, his eyes widening in horror as he approached Mr. Xang's lifeless body. "Find her!" he bellowed, his face purpling with rage.

But Calista was ready. Suspended from the chandelier by the curtains she had shredded to match her purpose, she aimed her gun at the bodyguard's head and fired. He crumpled to the ground, dead. The remaining three bodyguards looked up, but Calista's speed and accuracy proved too much.

With two silencer guns blazing, she took down the two closest to her with precise shots, then turned her attention to the last one, who had just missed her. He fell to the ground, joining his comrades. The maid, who had inadvertently betrayed Calista's position, was long gone, but definitely traumatized from the carnage she saw.

With a fluid motion, Calista dropped down from the chandelier and landed gracefully on her feet. She swiftly tucked her compact handguns into her clutch bag, her mind already racing ahead to her escape.

Time was of the essence; more bodyguards would arrive soon. She slipped into the bathroom, where she smoothed out her dress and applied a fresh coat of lipstick.

Gazing into the mirror, she lingered on her reflection, a mix of emotions swirling within her. This was her new reality, a life of calculated kills and narrow escapes.

And the most unsettling part? She reveled in the thrill of it all—the art of seduction, the power of manipulation, and the satisfaction of outsmarting her prey and accomplishing her missions.

Next, Calista retrieved her phone and snapped photos of Mr. Xang's lifeless body and the briefcase. She sent the images as an encrypted message to a contact identified only as "PS JOHN DOE," along with a concise message: "TARGET SUBDUED. KOMPROMAT RETRIEVED. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED."

Almost instantly, three dots appeared on the screen, indicating a response was forthcoming. The reply arrived moments later: "MISSION COMPLETED. CONGRATULATIONS AGENT BLOOM! YOU HAVE TWO HOURS TO LEAVE MALAYSIA. A FLIGHT BACK TO WASHINGTON DC. AWAITS YOU. DON'T BE LATE."

With a sly smirk, Calista replied, "I’M NEVER LATE." Without awaiting a response, she pocketed her phone and stepped out onto the balcony. Her clutch bag, an undercover grappling hook, was swiftly dismantled, and she fired it downwards, retrieving the rope.

She returned to the café stall, where her belongings were stashed. Her ponytail was untied, unleashing a cascade of vibrant, ginger-red hair onto her shoulders.

Swiftly, she changed into a travel tracksuit, packed her remaining items into a box, and erased any evidence of her presence in the bathroom.

Within an hour, she was at the airport, awaiting her 8-hour flight back to Washington, where it all began.