But Boss, I Can't Kill Hot Women (GirlxGirl WlW) [EXCERPT]

"What do you mean you're pulling me out of my mission?" I snap, pacing the length of the room. "After all the progress I've made?"

"I'm not pulling you out. I'm postponing it for the time being," Avera, my boss, replies, his voice maddeningly calm.

"Postponing? Why?"

He folds his hands on the desk, eyes steady. "We need you for something else. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't important. This woman... we've been trying to get to her for months. Every agent we've sent has failed."

"Failed?" I echo, pausing mid-stride.

"She doesn't seem to be interested in men."

I let out a short, bitter laugh. "You want me to honey-trap some woman? And I wasn't even your first choice."

Avera shakes his head. "We didn't know she prefers women—or at least, that's what we suspect. But we do know she isn't seeing anyone, man or woman. You're our best bet. And you're a lesbian yourself. Why send in a straight woman when we have the perfect agent for the mission? Or are you going to tell me you can't seduce a woman?"

I sigh, dropping into the chair across from him. "This is humiliating."

Avera chuckles. "It's not personal, Eretz. We do what's best for the client. I know you understand that."

I nod, resigned. "Fine. Give me the details."

"It's quite simple: get close to her, extract the information, then kill her. Accidentally, of course."

I raise an eyebrow. "How old is she? Sixty?"

"Thirty-two."

"She's young," I say, unable to hide my surprise. "Jealous sibling?"

"Precisely." Avera leans back in his chair, the leather creaking. "Eve Blau, eldest daughter of billionaire businessman Isaac Blau. He owned a chain of hotels across several countries—died in a car accident last year. Eve was the successor, but you know how it goes. She has a brother next in line, Asher Blau."

"So the brother wants her gone."

"Not before knowing how she managed to double her father's success in just one year," Avera says, tapping a file on his desk. "Eve is powerful. She has connections, influence, money. The family is wealthy enough to cause us problems if we don't handle this properly."

I nod slowly, letting the information sink in.

"She's smart and cunning," he continues. "She knows how to play the game, and she knows how to win."

"I see."

"You'll need to be careful, Eretz. This won't be easy."

"A picture would be nice."

Avera slides the file across the desk. I open it, my eyes immediately drawn to the photograph clipped inside. She's beautiful. Blonde hair, sharp features, a piercing gaze that seems to look right through the lens. Her beauty is intimidating, yet somehow she looks delicate, almost breakable. The file itself is frustratingly thin—just a few lines of information, nothing useful.

"She gets coffee every morning at a café near her company's office complex? That's it?"

He shrugs. "That's all we have. But I'm sure you can work with it. You're resourceful."

I close the folder and stand, smoothing my jacket. "I'll keep you updated."

As I reach the door, Avera calls after me. "Eretz."

I pause, hand on the handle.

"Do whatever it takes. You know the rules."