Alexander pushed his back against the Audi’s leather seat letting out a long heavy breath that fogged up the windshield.

He dragged on the cigarette one last time watching the cherry glow in the dark interior before dropping the butt into the center console tray while his hands were finally stopping their erratic shaking though his brain was more fried than it had been after the street fight "What the hell is TMC?" Alexander asked the empty car.

He gripped the steering wheel with eyes staring blankly at the dashboard because when he first got the contract he was entirely convinced it was just a high-end hookup agency for lonely wealthy women.

Then tonight they handed him a 9mm and a tactical folder making him think he was a legitimate security operative since now he found out he was basically just a hired toy used to entertain a billionaire’s psychotic daughter during her weekly family tantrums so nothing made sense anymore. A sharp chime broke the silence inside the cabin and his phone lit up on the passenger seat.

TMC System: Exceptional performance Alexander so you managed the unpredictability of the Principal with the highest tier of composure. Please proceed to the coordinates listed below because a private table has been reserved for your debriefing.

Alexander stared at the map marker on his screen which showed an upscale restaurant just five minutes away from the Kingsley headquarters. He was so consumed by curiosity and a desperate need for answers that he didn’t even hesitate to start the engine pressing the clutch to smoothly shift into first gear.

His mind was so deeply focused on his questions that he didn’t even notice how perfectly his feet were moving on the pedals since the car didn’t buck and the gears didn’t crunch because he handled the manual transmission with the ease of a veteran driver. It was completely true what the old stage instructors said about the absolute best training ground in the world being pure unadulterated chaos.

He pulled into the circular driveway of the restaurant which was a sleek establishment with dim moody lighting and heavy velvet curtains at the entrance. The moment the Audi came to a halt a valet in a pristine uniform marched up and opened his door while bowing low "Good evening sir, we will take care of the vehicle" said the valet while holding out his hand for the keys.

Alexander stepped out and handed them over without a word watching the black sedan slide smoothly into the private lot while adjusting his designer shirt. He walked through the glass double doors and a waiter immediately stepped into his path giving him a knowing nod "Right this way sir since your companion is already waiting for you" said the waiter.

Alexander followed him down a quiet corridor bypassing the main dining room entirely until they reached a heavy oak door at the back that opened to reveal a luxurious private lounge.

The room featured two plush velvet sofas facing each other with a low mahogany table in the middle stacked with gourmet appetizers and a silver bucket holding a vintage bottle of champagne.

Sitting on the opposite sofa was a young man who looked like he had just stepped off a massive billboard because he had the flawless delicate features of a top-tier K-pop idol with a sharp slender jawline and perfectly styled silver hair.

He was wearing an elegant loose silk shirt that revealed a lean incredibly well-toned physique underneath since he was the literal definition of an elite gigolo possessing a soft beauty that even Alexander had to admit was jaw-dropping.

The young man looked up as the door closed while his delicate eyes crinkled into a warm flawless smile as he raised a half-filled champagne flute toward Alexander. Alexander walked across the room and sat down on the empty velvet sofa with eyes still locked on the flawless face of the young man in front of him.

He reached out and grabbed the second champagne glass from the silver bucket, his throat was dry from the leftover adrenaline of the shootout. He opened his mouth ready to demand a full explanation about Victoria Kingsley and the guns but the young man cut him off with a smooth effortless wave of his hand "There is a lot that you are not allowed to know right now so I am going to tell you exactly what you can handle" said the young man while taking a slow sip.

"Whatever I leave out is, it is safe for you not to know and not because I forgot to mention it so believe me, you really do not want to know more than your current clearance allows" said the young man.

The soft welcoming smile remained on the young man’s lips but his delicate eyes suddenly grew completely cold. In a split second the beautiful feminine aura of the idol vanished replaced by a suffocating heavy pressure that made the air in the private room feel incredibly thick so Alexander froze with the glass halfway to his lips since his survival instincts were screaming at him that the beautiful gigolo sitting across from him was easily more dangerous than all forty of the heavily armed guards at the Kingsley building combined.