"I feel like i am in those Global TV shows," Andre says looking through his binoculars.

"As a detective or a criminal?" I ask and stare outside.

"Both." He turns to face me.

"What dirt did you find on Mr. Marcelo?" I ask.

"None, just imagine. He is a Clean Slate, no criminal record not even for drunk driving or a parking ticket."

"Too good to be true." I turn again to stare outside.

I can feel his stare as I gaze at the Emerson Hotel. A large banner is suspended above it written; It is going to be a one-week workshop and I wonder if this is one of the reasons Mr. Marcelo wanted us to meet here.

"What do you think he's going to ask me to steal?" I ask Andre.

"I don't know but money is what I would bid on."

I look down at my attire, the short, tight dress. It isn't the kind one would wear to go on heist but a seduction mission.

"I doubt that," I answer.

"Enough with the worry, I will be here listening" He points at his headphones. "Just do as we have agreed on until you get enough information, if he attempts to get physical I will be there in a flash."

"What if he shows up with a gang to rob the Hotel."

"That's why we came here early. We assess the situation before going in."

He's right.

Andre and I have been friends since childhood. He is the only one I can trust. For all those years he has been my secret keeper and helper.

A new number flashes on my phone and I tremble. This is time I dreaded. I answer it.

'Meet me at the lobby!" Mr. Marcelo orders and ends the call.

"You will be fine cause I will be here," Andre promises as I step out of the car.

I inhale and exhale slowly and repeatedly. I finally master the strength to walk into the hotel. True to his word he is seated in the lobby reading a travel magazine.

I finally breathe when I realize he's alone. He lifts his head above the magazine and breaks into a wicked smile. He stands up, I note it is the first time am seeing him in casual clothes. He is wearing a black hoodie matched with cargo pants and converse. He looks good but for what he's making me do. I find him repulsive.

"You made the right choice." He whispers to me once I get to his position.

I scoff.

He ignores me and takes my hand and places a key card on my palm.

"Meet me in a few minutes." He says and walks away.

This is not how I thought things would go down. Once he is out of sight and start following him but not before someone calls out my name.

I turn to find Courtney Emerson standing behind me, on her hand she is holding a tablet. Her eyes are analyzing me like a case study.

"What are you doing here?" I ask trying to cover my nervousness. I hope she didn't see Mr. Marcelo and me.

"I own the hotel."

"Of course. Nice to see you. I will be on my way." I say and don't wait for her reply as I rush towards the direction Mr. Marcelo disappeared to.

I look down at the keycard, room number 12. Am on the right-wing. The room isn't hard to find, I slide the card, and the door to doom opens. I find him seated on the bed talking on his phone in a hushed tone.

'Love you too babe.' He ends the call.

Poor girl!

"Who would have guessed, any sane person could love a psycho like you." I sneer at him.

He chuckles, "Unfortunate I have been praised for being a gentle lover, go figure." he says dismissively.

My eyes circle the room, too plain for my eyes to take interest. The bed is the best item in it. A king-size. With plush pillows, I would love to lay my head on.

"The hotel is hosting varsity heads for a workshop, I want you to steal data from the vice chancellor's computer."

I feel like I have been knocked in the lungs. "What? Are you insane?" I yell.

My hands brush a necklace Andre gave me, installed with a microphone. Everything Mr. Marcelo says, Andre can hear it and record.

"Am not insane am a man with a purpose."

"How am I supposed to pull that?"

"Easy, the old wanker has a thing for pretty young things. Flash him your teeth and tits and he will be taking you back to his room. You will put this pill in his drink." He places some red pills on the bed. "Then you will have ample time to steal the data. The wrinkled bastard will not remember a thing tomorrow. So easy." He spreads his hands as he imagines his victory.

Andre's voice rings in my head, 'Get enough information'

Am yet to get the most important information, so I ask. "What does the data contain?"

Mr. Marcelo gives me a quick sweep of my entire body and replies, "That's none of your business."

I decide to stand firm, "Am not going to steal something I don't know."

"Suit yourself. Hope you kissed your loved ones goodbye. Prison isn't all roses especially for insider trading criminals."

I get more agitated with his blackmail, "I also hope you did the same, cause I have you all recorded here." I point at the necklace as the realization of what has confessed hits me.

He now knows this is was a trap, to get him talking. My knee gets weak when his dark eyes meet mine.

"You manipulative bitch!" He jumps towards me. I turn running towards the door. He's fast and he gets to me before I can open it.

He yanks my hair and pulls me back to the bed. I try to fight him but he's too strong. He tosses me on the floor. The back of my head hits one of the bed's edges and I yelp in pain.

"Let me go and I won't tell anyone," I beg.

He bends and takes the necklace on his hands and forcibly yanks it from my neck, leaving me in sheer pain and probably bruising it.

"You think you can play me and get away with it." He seethes down at me.

Where is Andre? He promised to be here if things took a drastic change.

Just then the door is kicked open. It isn't Andre, it is Quinn. My knight in shining armor.

"Get away from her, dirty scum!" Quinn orders.

In a flash, he jumps at Mr. Marcelo. He pushes him off me. I scrum and scrounge at the furthest corner. Quinn lifts his fist high and takes a swing at him sending Marcelo to the floor. He lands with a thud, but that doesn't stop Quin from kicking him and cursing at him.

Every time Marcelo attempts to stand, Quinn, is quick to send him back to the floor with his heel or fist.

I finally stand and push him away from Marcelo when I realize he might kill him.

"Stop," I beg him, but Quinn still kicks him.

"Stop," I whisper again. Quinn hits him again.

I finally yell, "Stop, damn it!"

That gets his attention. His eyes are blazing in anger towards me.

"You better have a good explanation, otherwise God helps me to what am going to do to you." He clenches his jaws as his hoarse voice warns.

He takes off his jacket and drapes it on my shoulders. He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I have never felt safe.

"Let's get you home." He says in a soothing voice.

I want to whisper am already home.