The young man leaned back into the velvet cushions while his dangerous aura lted away as quickly as it had appeared replaced once again by his flawless idol-like smile.
"You did a fantastic job tonight, you see you were chosen completely at random by Miss Victoria". said the young man. "Our clients have the privilege of selecting any asset they want from the network even if that asset doesn’t possess the appropriate rank for the assignnt yet so check your phone please" said the young man while gesturing toward his pocket.
Alexander pulled out his device to find a new system notification flashing on the screen so he tapped it open making his breath catch in his throat.
Displayed on the screen was a comprehensive file of his own personal data including his registration number and his governnt ID since among the digital docunts was a fully authorized legal driver’s license with his face on it though he hadn’t even taken a driving test in his entire life "A driver’s license?" said Alexander.
"Ah right, I forgot to ntion it but you had the physical card right inside the car’s glove compartnt all along so we certainly cannot send our people out to commit illegal acts on the job can we?" said the young man with a soft chuckle.
Alexander opened his mouth to argue but he stopped himself because the man was technically right since he possessed an official concealed carry permit and was actively contracted to perform professional escort services so nothing he did tonight was completely illegal.
The young man pointed a delicate finger at the screen again "Keep scrolling" said the young man.
Alexander tapped the next tab and a cold shiver ran straight down his spine because the file contained an intricate family tree detailing his relatives and their addresses.
It was a silent direct warning from the agency to tell him not to screw around with the organization so a heavy weight of discomfort settled into Alexander’s chest making his skin crawl with the distinct feeling that he was being closely watched every second of the day.
He quickly swiped away from his family history and tapped on a new section titled Job Description which listed his na and his private room number at the hotel along with a ticulous itemized breakdown of every single asset the agency had provided for him.
It registered the exact market value of everything including the silver Rolex from the previous night and the new blue Rolex on his wrist and the black Audi A3 sedan he had just driven. Right below the inventory list were his two completed contracts each paired with the specific ID of the client who had requested him so Alexander’s eyes widened when he looked at the first entry because the system explicitly showed that his aunt Helen had used the registered account of her sister Ashley who was listed as a Level 2 VIP client.
Curious Alexander clicked on the na expecting a detailed profile of her background but the system blocked the data since the only thing that appeared on the screen was a high-resolution professional photograph of his aunt Ashley wearing a revealing bikini.
"The female clients are allowed to choose whatever profile picture they desire for the network because it is a security asure designed to ensure our assets don’t reject them since as you already know you always retain the right to refuse any request you do not want to fulfill" said the young man while watching Alexander’s reaction.
Alexander let out a dry silent scoff because the rule seed completely absurd to him since he hadn’t even been inford that he was going to act as a high-stakes tactical bodyguard tonight so how exactly was he supposed to exercise his right to reject the assignnt?.
He backed out of the VIP profile and returned to his main dashboard to read the final section of his profile where his official title was displayed in bold text as Associate which was a word Alexander absolutely hated because it was the ultimate corporate euphemism to say he was a glorified slave.
He looked down at the final line of his status to see his rank was strictly Level 1.
Alexander scrolled through the rest of the app but there were no more tabs to open so he locked his phone and looked back across the mahogany table at the young man who was casually swirling the remaining champagne in his glass.
"Well kid, your first two assignnts were just a standard entrance exam" said the young man while looking up. "The first task is always a test of absolute obedience by having to sleep with your closest available female relative since every single person in TMC has gone through it to prove they can follow an order without letting morals get in the way because even your friend did it."
Alexander’s body went completely rigid against the velvet sofa as a cold wave of shock hit him squarely in the chest, he realized Marcus had done the exact sa thing though he only lived with his mother and his grandmother.
The realization sent a sickening shiver down his spine and a dozen frantic questions rushed to the tip of his tongue because he wanted to ask who Marcus had been forced to take to bed but as he looked into the young man’s cold calculating eyes he rembered the warning from just a few minutes ago.
He knew they wouldn’t answer him anyway so he kept his mouth shut to swallow the bitter taste in his throat and stared at his blue Rolex while the silent horror of the agency settled over him like a shroud.
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