Velvet. ~ Two

The store finally closed at 9 in the evening.
“Such a crowded day,” sighed Rosaline as she thrust through some men and women with stinking perfumes.
“So what’s today’s call about, Ms. Rosaline?” asked Trinity which was of the same age.
“Do you know anything about Blacknight Shade Company?”
“That’s a great entertainment company. Almost 90 percent of nowadays’ stars was from that company.”
“It’s a very success company, then.”
“So who’s our target?”
“An employee there. That company won’t bother to lose a guy…”

They then arrived at the parking lot where Rosaline’s modified Mercedes was parked there.
“I want you to wait inside by the time I enter a restaurant later on. Get your gun loaded, in case this is a trap,” commanded Rosaline after both of them entered the spy car.
“I’m always remembering that,” teased Trinity.
“You better do that,” said Rosaline before stepping hard the gas pedal.
“Where are we going now?” asked Trinity while holding the handle beside the car door to avoid fall during the car drifting up towards the slope, exiting the lot.
“Le Park restaurant.”

After a short car drift around 15 minutes, the car stopped in front of a grand bright-lit restaurant with glass doors and windows, and of course the crystal chandeliers.
“Just as grand as we came here last. You remember, don’t you, the Parisian man?”
“That’s one of our greatest adventures…” mused Trinity.
“Wait a moment,” said Rosaline, then with one skillful movement, she slide down her trench coat, leaving her in a red velvet spaghetti-strap dress.
She then changed her gold leathered high heels into a striking red stiletto.
“I’m ready now. In case I contact you, hurry into the restaurant. Remember to always keep your fully loaded gun with you,” she then said before walking out from the black Mercedes.
“Roger that!” shouted Trinity while watching her boss walking gracefully into the grand restaurant.

~ ~ ~

“I’m sorry, have you waited a long time?” asked Rosaline as she approached a table that she had checked with the waitress with the name Mister Nicholas Spencer.
“No, no, its fine, I just arrived here too,” answered Mr. Spencer.
But obviously it was a lie, and Rosaline knew it. It was impossible to have even a drink served before 30 minutes because of the crowded situation in the restaurant. But Mr. Spencer got a red wine served on the table.
“So what is it all about?” Rosaline sat on an opposite chair facing Mr. Spencer and put her expensive bag on the chair beside her.
“As I had typed on the message, I needed you to clean ‘obstacles’ in my work.”
“Why is that?”
“That guy had almost made me fired and he gets more trust from the boss than the boss trusted me.”
“Let me put this straight; you are jealous, aren’t you?”
There was a frown on Mr. Spencer’s face, a frown of uncomfortable.
“Yes,” but then he confessed.
“I am sorry, Mr. Spencer, if that is your reason, I cannot fulfill your wish,” Rosaline brushed away her chestnut colored hair from her shoulder.
“What? But you are the only one I can depend on!” Mr. Spencer raised his voice.
“I am sorry, but I am not a killer that kills for nothing,” Rosaline stood up and took her bag, and walked towards the exit.

With an expressionless face full of pride, Rosaline entered into her car where Trinity was already waiting for some news.
“So?” Trinity asked.
“Bad deal,” Rosaline shook her head while holding the wheel.
“What?”
“Trinity, he is just jealous and that’s not a reason,” Rosaline stepped on the gas pedal.
“Ah, most of them are just like that…”

“So will we have dinner together?” asked Trinity.
“Sure, I will be the one to pay.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.”
The car drifted before going to a stop beside the road, in front of a skyscraper hotel. ‘LORD’S RESIDENTIAL’ written with golden nylon lamp on top of the hotel, lighting the whole road. The windows, walls, and doors were made of glass. From the female assassins’ view they could see the golden chandeliers hanging inside the lobby.

Both girls went down the car and entered the five-star hotel. Rosaline handed her car-key to the officer for valet parking. The hotel lobby was very bright with golden lamps and chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. All visitors in the hotel wore suits, tuxedos, gowns, and fur coats, complete with gold, silver, shining rubies, diamonds, and jade.
Both girls then took the glass lift, directly bringing them to the 32th floor, to an exclusive floor of ‘FESTA DEL CIELO’.
“Table for two, we prefer the ones indoor, beside the open window,” stated Rosaline to the waiter.
They were then guided to a table with two opposite chairs beside the huge glass window, reflecting the city lights. The waiter served a big metal pan of Insalata Caprese before asking orders.
“I want Pasta e Fagioli, Campania, Cacciucco, and Cotoletta,” ordered Trinity.
“Minestrone, Crocche, and Ossobucco,” Rosaline poured her wine.
“You eat too much, Trinity,” commented Rosaline.
“That’s not my fault, I woke up very early to clean the shop, you know?”
“Then just go with me to the shop every morning,” sighed Rosaline.
“Wow, magnificent view,” Trinity poured wine into her glass.
“Yup, I love this place,” Rosaline take a gulp of her wine.
“But why are most visitors love outdoor more?” Trinity took a peek on the wide balcony behind Rosaline.
“They can feel breeze and feel the city atmosphere. But I prefer this more.”
“You are really like a princess, Rose,” complimented Trinity.
“Did you just call me Rose? I hate that name, never call me that anymore,” Rosaline put down her glass with a loud clank.
“You haven’t forgotten about him yet, huh? That guy is a shit, juts forget about him!’
“I won’t because that will be a warning for me if I ever get near a guy again.”
“You are really mature, Rose,” teased Trinity.
“Stop that!”

After half an hour, menu orders were delivered one by one to the two girls’ table.
“Bon appetite,” Trinity took her fork, preparing to charge.
“Let’s eat,” Rosaline took a spoon of her minestrone.
“Delicious!” exclaimed the full-mouthed Trinity.
“Eat slowly, will you?”

It was almost midnight when Rosaline and Trinity went back into their car, driving on the cold asphalt. But soon, they were back into their house garage.
“Hey, Rosaline, good night, don’t think too much!” advised Trinity before going upstairs and into her room.
“What’s that about?” muttered Rosaline.