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“Now, Mia, let’s get started on how we are getting out of here.” “Why do they call you Kabar?” Mia asked. “Because that’s my codename.” I said as we started trying on wigs.

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Just a reminder that in this world, every second counted. The elevator ride was long, each floor a countdown, each moment making her pulse beat faster. She gripped the black card in her pocket, feeling its weight like a promise and a warning. Thirty days. And somehow, they already felt heavier than a lifetime. When the doors opened, the office floor was alive with motion, yet everything moved with precision, almost like a machine. Aria felt the weight of it all—the organized chaos, the quiet power, and, at the center, Cassian Virelli.

Mia’s heart froze when she saw it. Subject MIA THE RED ANGEL — premium tier. Rental only. “Untouched by industry. Intelligent. Perfect face symmetry. Vegas-based. Known mafia ties. High-value novelty. Grooming required but minimal.” Her name. Her face. On a list of products. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered.

Mia I knew something was wrong the moment my phone started vibrating nonstop. Not a call. Not a message. Notifications. Hundreds. Thousands. My heart sank as I picked it up and unlocked the screen. “BREAKING: CEO Harry Declan Accused of Covert Operations, Illegal Payouts in Sable Scandal Leak” “Anonymous Source Provides Files Alleging Ties to Corporate Espionage, Bribery” “Who is Mia Williams? Declan’s Girlfriend Named in Offshore Accounts”

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

Mia I stood by the curb outside the airport, my leg aching from standing too long. It had been hours since I’d been waiting for Max. He promised to pick me up, yet he hadn’t shown. Just when I was about to give up and find my way to his place, a bike pulled up in front of me. The rider pulled off his helmet, and my breath caught. Max? Relief hit me, but it lasted only a second before anger rushed in. I stormed toward him and kicked his leg hard for making me wait so long. But then he lifted his head, and those weren’t Max’s eyes. They were grey.

“Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.” Mia blinked, taken aback for a moment before a sarcastic smile tugged at her lips. “That’s it? You think I care about your name? Mimi, I’ve been calling you by a nickname for years. I don’t care if your last name is Gormes, De La Vega, or Smith.” Mimi looked anything but relieved. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “It’s not just my name, Mia. It’s everything that comes with it.”

Gideon arch his eyebrow clearly not believing me. "Aren't you cold Gideon?" I ask as I admire his ripped torso. "No love but If you want to warm up my body I am open to suggestions." Huh? I glance at his back and saw the MIB mouthing "YES" "yees?" I replied unsurely. Gideon look back to see who am I looking at but the MIB immediately pretend he is doing patrol. Gideon stares as if he is figuring something out. "Anyway love Let's get ready because our

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