What does Sabrina want? After receiving a message from Enzo, she delayed her usual routine to go to the office. Instead of using flashy motorbikes and cars, she used one of the four-by-four truck of Ethan on her way to the Headquarters.

She slowed down while listening to the faint sound of a song and she sang along since she had already vocalized from her room. She made her disappeared from people's sight who is trailing her from behind.

She finally reached her headquarters at the main entrance. Everyone that she met salute to her. She nodded her head and went directly to the center for Martial arts.

She changed her clothes into an aikido outfit. The master that is teaching the trainees bow at her and they started fighting. As usual, the master can't win over her. She then proceeds to judo for thirty minutes. After she's done, she took a shower in her office and sit down to work.

There are lots of things to do including the promotional for the Elite Red Room. She looked at the faces of the males, young, some are models that didn't survive in the entertainment industry. She called her secretary to check their profiles and do a background study on each one of them.

Someone buzz on the door and she checked the CCTV to know who it is. Upon recognizing the person she pressed the button to open the electrically operated door and her A-Special Spy enters with a salute.

"Agent Catastrophe, reporting!" She nodded and sign her to stand closer to her desk. "He's already in the investigation room." She typed on her keyboard.

"Good." She said by typing and using an AI voice. She gave her other papers to work on. "You can chill for a week." She took it and salute. She never spoke as usual but gives them a message. A-Special Spy is one of the professional spies that she keeps and only gave them a special mission. Catastrophe is one of her most reliable spies.

She's younger than she was but she attains high rank on their organization. She's serious and talked less. She did a thorough background check on her and discovered she had a scary past. There's nothing to worry about since she's mentally stable and has a high EQ.

The door opens with the access of Enzo from her phone, he entered without knocking. He strode toward her behind her desk and pull her as he checks her body.

"You alright?" He asked

She is puzzled for a moment and pushes him. He sighed in relief and crossed his arms. "Okay, I came out from the house looking like a homeless person worried about you, what if you got hit by a truck or something."

She looked at her agent who is still standing there. She waved her off to dismiss her. She salutes and Enzo looked at the woman analyzing her. Her face looks dominant and femme fatale face—seductively dangerous.

"Hey! Aren't you one of the A-Special spies?" She salutes him, turned back, and left. "Your A-Special agents are no fun at all."

She proceeds on working and let Enzo sleep in her sleeping area with a light snore. But still, she could hear him so she closes the door and proceeds working. Poor Enzo, getting all work up because of his own business and his life of hacking. He probably needed some off from radiation. So maybe before her wedding, she could treat him to an island full of girls in bikini.

She turned on her search engine and search an island for relaxation. Her phone chimes and she opened it. She smiled, knowing it was from her doting fiancé.

Hubby: Dinner tonight?

Wifey: Sure. *kiss*

Hubby: Suggestion?

Wifey: Anything is fine. Your choice.

Hubby: Got it. XOX.

She couldn't help but smile all the time. Then in the middle of her work, she suddenly stops and dropped the smile. What the hell? Why did she look like a schoolgirl in love? She sighed and stared at her phone. She was indeed falling for him.

Enzo woke up and looked at her blooming face. He then grinned and she gave him warm water. He sat down on the couch and sipped on the warm water. He glanced on his wristwatch and almost cursed.

"It's already four in the afternoon?" She nodded. "Damn it. That's why I am hungry."

She rings her assistant and in a few minutes, she opened the door and her assistant settled the special foods that are made for him.

"Thanks, sissy! You are the best!" He thumbs up and started eating. "So, when can I have that dog that I want?" She thought for a moment and typed on her keyboard.

"On your birthday." He counted on his fingers.

"That's 85 hours 45 minutes and 33 seconds from now." He grins and sets the timer on his wristwatch. He finished his food, fix himself, and went to the VIP parking.

Without her sister's knowledge, he took Ethan's car from the valet and changed it in his car. He drove the car to the city and he gets ready, no matter what will happen. He checked everything for security and he exhales while driving. This is better than his sister getting hurt.

He went to the drive-thru of Jollibee. Order a coke float and sundae. It's been a while since he last tasted sundae from Jollibee. He added a big fries and one bucket of chicken then he drove on the way to the mansion when he found a four-wheeled delivery truck behind him.

"I don't wanna live forever~~I just wanna keep calling your name!" He sang along with Zayne Malik and got ready for defense. The truck did hit him from behind and he swore few curses and he speeds up. The truck sped up and hit the car again and this time it was too hard that his car lose control and stopped in the corner where many people are passing by. Good thing that he hit the brake and his foods~~ Damn! It was expensive!

His precious chicken wings did fly and his half finish sundae was around the leather of the car. Ethan will kill him. He also did hit his head and damn, it hurts and bleeding. Then there's an unexpected truck who also lose control and was about to hit him directly on the driver seat. Swiftly he removed his seatbelt and went to the other side of the passenger seat.

"Holy sh!t!" he was bleeding badly and probably injured. He didn't want to be the next Whiskey. But Whiskey is still alive and he's about to die inside the car. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the truck. He breathed and felt something dripping from his head. "Ohh, sh!t, sh!t, sh!t!."

He looked around to unlock the door. He opened it and a person in a helmet gently pull him out. He is wary that he would kill him. But instead, he removed his helmet. The 'he' becomes a 'she' and she expertly removed her jacket and lay his bleeding head under it.

"Hey, Angel."

She does look like an angle since the sun is above and the way it brightens on her face was a little blur but he had seen her somewhere. She checked his injuries and he closes his eyes.

"I need CPR." He said playfully though he was severely injured. "Sweetheart, I need CPR." He's out-breath for a moment.

He felt her warm hands checking his body for severe injuries and he opened his eyes again so he will remain conscious.

"Do I have dirt on my face, is that why you aren't giving me CPR?"

"You aren't that severely hurt but your head needs CT-Scan and MRI. I also think I should call a psychiatrist or contact the hospital if you are one of those who escaped from Mental..." She said it seductively.

"Oh, baby. Don't sound so sexy at this moment." He grins and winced in pain.

"Don't sleep."

"Hmm…" But he couldn't take it anymore. He slowly closes his eyes and felt a nice tap on his cheek. "Hey, Enzo!"

"You know me." He utters.

"Of course, you are our boss's brother."

"Hmmm. I'll just close my eyes and think of us getting hot."

"You bastard!" She taps his face. He grins and opened his eyes.

"I need my sunglasses."

"Why the f-ck do you need your sunglasses?" she scowls.

"Because you are too bright and my eyes couldn't take."

"As*hole!"

"Just tell me when we can make a hot session because it's really hot here." He uttered and his world darkens.