Fatal Attraction: The CEO & His Mischievous Wife - Chapter 134

‘I’m never seeing them again anyways.’

Though that was what he thought at the time fate had a funny way of playing with him.  He had left that night after and disposed of the body, the kids were far from his mind. Meeting them was by chance and the probability of seeing them again was almost nil. The country and city were so big that he barely even saw his own friends more than once every couple of months.

Yet, despite those statistics it took only a week before he saw the little wolf again and under the wildest circ.u.mstances. However, that was a whole other memory he would rather reminisce another time. Who knew what side of the bed he woke up on but his entire morning was filled with memories. He was just wasting time thinking about the past for no reason. AnAn and his relationship became one of weird coincidences till it developed to what it was today. She was his right hand at the bar and someone he could fondly call AnAn. He still preferred the title “little wolf” a bit more but it wasn’t as socially accepted.

Walking down the corridor he opened the supply closet and closed it behind him. It was an inconspicuous room and was filled with cleaning supplies so people would not suspect it otherwise. He waited a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before taking a couple steps forward. They had a security system that could not be detected normally and required them to be in complete darkness to complete it. That way, if anyone were to watch via camera they would see nothing and no would suspect that the room had an alternate purpose.

There were motion sensors set up around the room and sensory boards placed under the floor to catch his movements. It was an advanced security system they were able to develop a couple of years back. There was still room to grow but for now it was 99% effective to protect their insider business. The only three people who knew the password was Xi Long, AnAn, and himself. No one else in the organization was provided the same clearance since it was the code to his office specifically.

There was another entrance in the bar to lead to the information guild itself. The first thing you saw when you went inside was the front desk or receptionist. The receptionist usually switched between two people one boy, one girl – both of who looked welcoming and weak. It was part of the strategy to come off less threatening. The potential customer would then fill out a form and would get vetted before their task was accepted. Considering the information resources they had on hand it was extremely easy to weed the bad requests out immediately.

There were people who got angry after being rejected and tried to take it out on the establishment or receptionists. However that was one of their worst mistakes since both of them were well trained in fighting. The girl liked to practice Krav Maga1 while the guy had learned to box. It was always a hilarious scene to watch when those people flaunt their wealth and power as if weren’t at the guild’s mercy. The CCTVs captured perfect moments such as the one where his female receptionist finished work then proceeded to beat the living daylights out of the customer.

Granted it was an arrogant uncle from a ‘new money’ family and he had made a bunch of unwanted s.e.x.u.a.l comments. So at the end where he tried to sic his guards on her, her patience with him had already reached her peak. It didn’t take long before she had jumped the table and started doing punch after punch. The guards were held back by the other security they had around. Thereby giving her enough time to get her revenge and put him in his place.

As the boss, he never supported people fighting for no reason but was also someone that believed the theory – they started the war, we end it. His employees were the base of this service so they all was awarded certain allowances. Fighting potential customers was frowned upon but in certain situations it he could allow it. Especially with how many people come through the door and the high percentage of them being s.e.xist.

Thankfully there were many ways to mitigate interaction and stop ‘lesser’ people from coming. For older and more valuable customers were able to book appointments to come in and submit their request. The regular public had to know a password to reach the reception, this password changed every month in order to stay low-key. People mainly came to put in their requests and the information was delivered in other methods. This was also done to protect their customer’s privacy, having both pick up and delivery at the same place would have too much foot traffic. They received hundreds of requests a week and fulfilled a good portion of them as well, so it was easy to imagine the mess if not managed properly.

Making sure he was in the correct position he started completing the steps towards unlocking the security. After moving exactly four steps forward he reversed his steps by two, then tapped his foot against the floor lightly three times. That was part of the first sequence he had to complete for their security. Pivoting on the same spot towards his left, he went three steps backward then tapped the floor lightly another three times. This time there was a slight pause between each taps with the middle tap being more forceful. Those movements cleared the second level of their security and the final one was the most complicated set.

Doing a two step motion hitting his heel twice and then the front once was the first part. Then his left foot simultaneously had to do the opposite motion with two taps in front and one on the back heel. The tricky part was that they both had to be done at the same time and it was not a motion people could replicate easily. He himself had practiced multiple times to perfect the password. Finally to finish of the set, he had to bend down and pull the detergent forward from its spot on the shelf.

This short movement actually finished the security password and triggered the retina scanner hiding in the cap. There was a red scanner light boring into his eyeballs before a click sounded in the corner.

“Enter.” Israeli self defence