Semua Bab GAME OF HESIT:Midnight run: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"My dear, it's such an honor to have you here," a potbellied man said. He pulled out a chair for the damsel beauty to sit."You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment!" the potbellied man exclaimed. He rubbed his palms together and licked his lips before taking his seat."Nice taste," Devika complimented.Her gaze swept round the room. They were in a suite. A grin appeared on her face.The suite screamed of wealth. From the walls decorated with beautiful wallpaper, to the wooden floor. The ceiling had ancient carvings and a big chandelier hung above their heads. A big glass wall giving blissful view of the city.The table for two they sat at was decorated with fine dinner materials. Devika traced her palms on the fabric, its soft texture pressed under her skin.The table was filled with different fancy dishes, with a bottle of fine red wine and lit candles for decoration.Red roses spread on the floor, along with water and lit candles giving the atmosphere a kind of r

“I have been expecting you. Please have your seat,” Idris said. “Thank you,” the middle-aged woman who stood in front of his desk thanked. She sat after. Idris sat on his chair. He glanced up, his gaze met with Devika’s. They stared at each other for a second before Devika broke the eye contact. She doesn’t know why, but something about this man isn’t right. He looks dangerous at the same time innocent. He was a mystery she was eager to solve. “Excuse me,” Idris excused. “Okay,” the lady replied. “Good morning, sir,” Devika greeted. She hated how she was polite with him, but she had to be. This was all part of the plan. “Name?” Idris asked. He remembered her even with a disguise. He could tell it was her from a hundred miles away. He doesn’t expect her to return his watch to him—after all, she is a thief. A high-class one at that. He doesn’t expect her to return his watch. The question that bothered him was, why was she here? Dressed like that. Devika opened her mou

Devika's gaze **snapped** from him. She cleared her throat. Idris saw what happened, but he chose to ignore it."Sir**,"she called and **walked** to him. "This one would look best on you," she said with a gulp. She took out the clothes from the hanger**,** she stretched out the inner shirt for him. He shot her a glance before pushing his arms into the sleeves.Devika went on to **hook** the buttons, brushing her fingers on his bare chest at every chance she **got**. She left the first three buttons undone like she saw earlier. After that she went for the suit**,** she **helped** him into his suit**,** then stood aside.A soft knock came from the door**,** it opened almost immediately. Matthew **stepped** in and **bowed**, Devika was tempted to roll her eyes**,** but she fought the urge."Time**?"** Idris **inquired**."Two minutes**."**He took the watch from his desk and **put it on**. Matthew stared at his watch with a raised eyebrow, he **had been working** with Idris for years. He

She hissed out in frustration. Reluctantly she got up from the bed, she stood on her feet and slipped into her flip flops then she **walked** to her closet. She took a coat and wore it over her PJs, she **walked** out of the room. Stamping her feet on the ground as she **walked** to the kitchen then **took** her car keys. She **walked** out of the house after changing into **slippers**. She entered the elevator and pressed the **button** to the first floor. The door closed behind her then she **rested** her back on the wall. A sigh escaped her lips. She **closed** her eyes but they snapped open almost immediately. The memories of her family getting burned alive flashed through her head. Tears gathered in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. She felt like a failure. She let her parents down. For years she had been trying to locate the killers but **hadn’t** found any. No doubt they **were** highly skilled, **in fact** they **were ghosts**. Her mind snapped to Idris and she al

"Really?" Idris questioned. His gaze shifted to the coffee then back to her face. His dreary gaze bore holes into her skin. What followed was an ephemeral silence. Idris took his gaze back to the cup of coffee, he then stared back at her face. His gaze was searching for any ominous sign. His gaze scooted back to the coffee. "Is it poisoned?" Idris questioned with uncertainty. She shrugged. "I don’t know. You should try it, maybe when you die I will use your dead body to get what I want," Devika asserted. Idris darted a glare at her, but it only made her chuckle. "What? Are you scared? The almighty Idris Zachariah is scared!" Devika snickered. "Why don’t you have a test first?" Idris suggested, leaning back on his chair. His right hand rested on the desk, while his other hand sat on his thigh. He swung the chair to the side, facing his left. Eyes on Devika. "You should have a test, please be my guest," Idris said. Devika didn’t argue. She strode to the desk and picked up the