No. 103
They are planning on launching a new plan to advertise their company.
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Virgil walked to his office. He sat down and started typing things on his computer.
A new foreign guy was coming in the following week. He was gonna work with them in the company.
Virgil wasn't there for that. He was taking notes about the company. Notes that give the company a weak point. He's a spy, planning on making the company shut down. Why? Well, he'd be killed if he didn't.
He was looking for a job, a job like this one, but he found some sketchy place instead, and was forced to work as a spy. He didn't mind. He found it enjoyable to watch things fall just like that.
He knew an advertisment would only boost them. Billboards. Commercials. Newspaper. They will do anything to get people to notice them.
Virgil's nice, but he doesn't smile. He always gives off a rude aroma because of his communication anxiety. He doesn't intend to be rude.
His boss, cheery and happy, always asks to go drinking after the work day. But he turns him down rather coldly. Not intentionally. Truth is, he wants to go drinking out with him. And what better way to get information than from drunk people. They just drop it once you ask. It's a simple task and people are stupid.
Today was the day that the foreigner that everyone was obsessed with, was coming to work.
He was the guy Virgil had to know everything about. He was their target.
All the girls were on him. They couldn't stay away. He was a nice and handsome guy, too.
"Well, I'll be here, so use me as you'd like." His smile was sincere and genuine. Doesn't seem like there's much to hide.
No. 104
Roman Sanders. American.
Virgil felt his phone being lifted out of his hands.
"I'll take that." The man said. He swung his body around. Was he just found out?
It was Roman. Out of everyone, it had to be him. He read the notes on his phone.
He looked him dead in the eyes. "I suppose you should get a punishment." He gave back the phone. "Come with me, or I'll tell everyone about your little secret." He smiled, wickedly. "Cause I'm not letting you return."
He dragged Virgil along with him to his car.
Roman's smile was back to sincere once he entered his house. "Hello, Kamina." He said.
His house was rather large. He was a rich man. But Kamina seemed to be the only maid/servant.
"Who is he?" She asked, blandly. She didn't use much tone or facial expression.
"This is Virgil Vandite. My lover." Roman said.
"Huh?!"
"Isn't that right?" He looked him dead in the eyes, but with a smile.
He gulped.
"Excuse me." Kamina was suddenly in front of him, measuring his body.
"10 undershirts, 5 suits." Roman said, as if it were is job to dress him.
"What's tour favourite cuisine?" She asked.
"Uh.. bread? Rice?"
"Then I will prepare rice and miso soup for breakfast." And with that, Kamina ran off somewhere.
"If you need anything, you can always count on Kamina." Roman said.
"So, a comfortable prison?" Virgil asked.
"Of course not. You are free to leave whenever tou'd luke. I was kidding about the not letting you return part." He chuckled. "I don't care if tou run back to your 'home base.'"
It's too early to run. He thought. I have everything I need right here. All the information.
He walked behind the couch Roman was sitting on. He put his hands on the back.
"Looks like I'll live a better life if I stay here and abandon that company. It's enough to make me want to actually become your lover." (Spy)
He looked up at Virgil and smiled. "Good boy."
"Oh how unfortunate." Roman said sarcastically. "This was all so sudden, I only have one bed."
Virgil gave an annoyed look. "In this big house, there has got to be another bedroom somewhere!" He opened a door that led to two computers. He doesn't even lock it.
"That's the computer room." He smiled. "Just bare with it for now. Even with two guys, it won't get cramped."
He was right. The bed it large and there is even empty space between them.
"Goodnight~"
"Goodnight.." he mumbled back. Their backs were turned towards each other and they were at each end of the bed.
What a nightmare. But I'm gonna get all the info I need.
No. 105
He keeps his computer room unlocked.
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Should I continue?
