Chapter 2 TWO

Zella's cell phone continued to ring, her hand fumbling to her left side. Zella's eyes were still closed as she tried to find her cell phone, which was nowhere to be found.

"Hello."

"Z04. Listen to me! Murder happened again today; we have to go to the crime scene."

"Shit!" Zella woke up from her sleeping position. She had just returned at two in the morning, and at 6 am, Zella already received a call from her leader.

"Okay, I'll be there soon, A01." Zella turned off the phone; there was no more time to gather her life. Zella scrambled out of bed, put on her jeans, and pulled on the black t-shirt and leather jacket thrown on the sofa.

Before leaving, she took a few pills to get rid of her slight hangover. That's right! Zella's habit is that when she gets a lot of assignments, she has trouble sleeping, so she has to drink a bottle of whiskey until she gets drunk and falls asleep. And she regretted it this morning because the damn murder assignment happened again.

"Damn you, Mike! I'll expose all the rot!" Zella grabbed the keys to the vehicle and left her apartment a little ways from the city center.

Zella got on Herley's motorcycle, put on her helmet, and started the engine with a single pull. She rode the two-wheeler at a speed of 70 across the asphalt road, which would have been slower if she had used a car this morning, which was why Zella used the motorcycle she got as a gift from her agent friends.

It took a little while before she arrived at where her base was. Zella could already see A01, D02, and L03 gathered before the headquarters.

"Sis, are you back from Las Vegas?" Zella reprimanded L03, a secret code woman named Layla, the best hacker in her agency.

"Yeah. A01 contacted me last night to discuss this; I didn't expect the murder to happen again," said Layla, who looked at the two people who were busy tidying up their clothes.

"Let's go," said A01, a secret code for Audrey.

"L03 and I will use the motorcycle; you two can use the car," Zella said again; they all agreed and started to leave for the crime scene where the murder took place in a villa.

Along the way to the crime scene. Zella just kept thinking she had to respond quickly to this. However, Zella was also still confused about how to get all the information that could prove Mikequel Cristopher was the killer.

All of her agents had arrived at the crime scene. But there was no way they could show their faces in public, so the four of them entered through the secret door of the villa. Only their subordinates were waiting there. The police also knew that the four of them would come first to check before the corpse was taken for autopsy.

"Don't forget to wear gloves." Lyla took out a black rubber glove.

Zella and her friend entered the room that was the scene of the murder. Blood flowed profusely on the floor into the bathroom; Zella and the others were just used to seeing this because the four of them had been through a lot, including seeing countless amounts of blood.

"How clever of him." Zella cursed as she saw the woman's corpse rising in the bathtub, the water turning the color of blood.

Zella touched the woman's fingers to make sure that this woman's corpse's index fingernail was not missing. But unfortunately, that was also the case for this poor woman's corpse. One nail on the index finger was missing.

"It's gone too," said Diandra, just watching with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"She probably died at 1 am. Her body is swelling from the hot water, but wait!" Audrey noticed something strange.

"The water contains formaldehyde." Diandra immediately answered what Audrey was thinking. Zella and Layla were surprised by this.

"Why would he use formaldehyde?"

"Probably to remove his fingerprints."

*****

"I'll leave tomorrow." Zella looked at her three agents sitting across from each other. They were at the headquarters to consider everything.

"You should change your name to protect your identity." Layla made another suggestion.

"I will keep your name, Zella. Because no one recognizes my name as Zella. There's only Queenzella instead of Zella."

"I'll make a new identity for you." Layla stood up from her chair and left the room.

All that was left now were Diandra, Audrey, and herself. "I will approach Kenneth Cristopher to get information about his brother"

"You mean?" Audrey asked again.

"Of course, I'll woo Kenneth, sis," Zella replied with seriousness.

"I'll try to make Mike fall for me, no matter what." Zella made up her mind to make Mike fall for her.

"Are you sure? Zella, you need to get the information, and we'll catch him together." Diandra again warned Zella of the action.

"No, I'm not. Let me finish everything this time."

Soon, Layla arrived with Zella's ID card. She also registered Zella as a new citizen.

"Tomorrow, you can start to enter Mansion Cristopher."

*****

Zella looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her originally light brown hair had now turned pitch black. Her makeup had also changed to a simple, standard look for this mission.

She had prepared to go to Cristopher's Mansion this morning. A taxi had been ordered, Zella was ready with a tote bag slung over her shoulder, and her hair was tied up in a neat knot.

From the information she had gotten. Cristopher's family was very selective in choosing servants, so many were hired back and forth. Only some selected maids stayed in the Mansion. Zella wished she could stay there; she didn't mind not going back to her apartment for the sake of this mission because Zella was an ambitious woman who wanted to do everything she could to complete her mission this time.

The taxi pulled up in front of the magnificent Mansion. Consisting of six levels with an area that made Zella marvel at its beauty, her feet walked slowly and tried to be as graceful as possible so that the master of this Mansion would be attracted to her.

"Who are you!"

Zella stopped in front of the sturdy iron gate that was five meters high from her.

"Good morning. I am Zella, the call maid assigned to Mansion Cristopher." Zella introduced herself to the two gatekeepers, who stared at each other.

The gate was opened for Zella, but the questions were not enough to get her body through the door of Mansion Cristopher. Zella was checked again; she put down her tote bag and raised her arms. A bladed weapon detector passed over her entire body; luckily, the chip attached to her wrist was undetected.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Zella let her tote bag containing her latest wallet and identity card be checked again. Zella did not carry any sharp weapons because sometimes she preferred to use her bare hands to get things done.

"You may enter now."

Zella finally got through everything and was allowed to enter. Her feet stepped back with a bright smile, and Zella climbed one concrete staircase after another. Six huge pillars welcomed her; the Victorian house was so obvious that Classy and Luxury were visible before her eyes.

"Are you the new maid?"

A soft, light voice stopped Zella's footsteps. She turned her body to look at the source of the voice, a woman in a black uniform approaching Zella. Zella lowered her head slightly, knowing that the person in front of her was the butler of Cristopher's mansion.

"Yes, Miss, I am Zella, the new maid."

"Come with me; I will teach you."

Zella just nodded and followed where she was being taken. Zella continued to look inside the Mansion, looking for the person who made her purpose in coming to this house. Zella turned her body and saw a room that seemed specialized for servants. Many servant uniforms were hanging because of the first thing that greeted her.

"Put these clothes on."

Zella immediately accepted the uniform given to her; without saying much, Zella quickly entered the bathroom and put on the maid outfit that she thought was too narrow. With her breasts so prominent, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Why do I look like a slut?"

Zella thought to herself; she continued to pull up the skirt that was only up to her thighs, perhaps because her height of 175cm made her clothes also short and small.

Zella finally exited the bathroom and approached the butler, still waiting for her.

"Miss, aren't these clothes too small?" Zella tried to interact with the woman, who was now looking at her sarcastically

"No, it isn't. I think it could be that the master of this house is unlikely to be interested in a maid like you." The woman's words made Zella laugh in her heart; she seemed to be challenged now. What if she managed to attract the hearts of the two young masters in this house?

"What's with that cynical smile? Don't you believe what I'm saying?"

"No, Miss. I'm just smiling and thankful that I'm not the taste of the young master Cristopher," Zella said with a big smile.

"Aaa, you also know the residents of this house."

They walked back, Zella just following behind the older woman's body. She kept her head up, looking left and right to see if she could find anything Mikequel or Kenneth.

"Sir."

Zella immediately bowed her head when the older woman who was the butler. Saying the name Sir, Zella needed to know which Sir was being welcomed.

"Sir, I brought a new servant. Introduce your name; in front of you is currently young master Kenneth."

Zella raised her head slowly; the older woman's body had stepped aside so that Zella's eyes could immediately stare at the cold face that was so pale, with slices of gray eyes that were as sharp as an eagle. The blonde-colored hair was so handsome, with a sturdy jaw covered with fine hair, making the man so mature and charming in Zella's eyes. This was not the first time they had met, Zella remembered.

"Good morning, Mr. Kenneth; I'm Zella, the new maid here." Zella extended her hand, but unfortunately, her hand was immediately brushed away by the older woman beside her.

"Come with me."

Zella was immediately surprised when Kenneth hurriedly pulled her hand up the stairs. She almost tripped because Kenneth was too impatient to pull her hand.

Arriving at the stairs' end, Kenneth continued pulling Zella towards the wall. Zella's hand immediately slipped from Kenneth's tight grip, but it didn't stop there. Kenneth grabbed Zella by the neck and pushed her body into the concrete wall behind her.

"What are you doing in my house!" Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes with a sharp gaze.

"How can I talk about you choking me." Zella held Kenneth's hand around her neck.

Although she could hardly breathe now, Zella didn't even try to put up a fight because she would look weak to accomplish her mission. Shouldn't servants be subservient to their masters?

Kenneth did not release the grip of his hand, but he immediately crushed Zella's lips brutally. He held her by the scruff of the neck, crushing her lips roughly. Zella raised her eyes! She couldn't believe what Kenneth was doing as this man dared to kiss her for the second time.

Kenneth's hands squeezed Zella's buttocks, making Zella stomp on the surface of Kenneth's feet hard. The kiss broke away; Zella looked at Kenneth with a sharp gaze. She wiped her lips roughly and realized the man before she had hurt her lips.

"Thank you for the welcome kiss. Next time call me over to your bed, and I'll dance like a bitch!" Zella touched Kenneth's chest, and this opponent was already quite familiar to her. At least Kenneth and her had been involved, just a random kiss at the bar.

"What are you here to be my bitch for? Ck! How cheap of you, Zella." Kenneth quipped with a flat face.

"What's the point of looking expensive? I am a bitch! It's not wrong for me to come to this mansion." Zella rolled her eyes; she approached Kenneth again, eroding the distance between the two of them.

Zella's chest touched Kenneth's body. Kenneth's estimated height of 185cm, needed to look up slightly to see the reaction of the cold face that had just brutally kissed her.

"Are you still disappointed that we didn't sleep together?" Zella whispered, her hand touching Kenneth's black satin tie.

"Don't bait me." Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes.

"Who's baiting you? But to be honest, I'm baited now, too. Should we do it here?" Zella looked seriously into Kenneth's eyes, biting her lower lip before moving her body away.

*****

Zella savored the piece of bread that was her breakfast this afternoon. She was too tired to enjoy a heavy meal, so running two laps on the field was better than washing bedcovers at the Mansion.

"Damn it! Why do I think I want to give up so badly," Zella cursed in her heart. She stuffed the bread into her mouth, stood up, and walked up the stairs to the rooftop, where all the bedcovers were drying.

Her hand tugged at the hanging sheets. Zella was surprised to see a man sitting on an old chair in casual clothes. Already guessing who it was, Zella finally saw the face of Cristopher's youngest son. Mikequel Cristopher!

"You're the new servant."

Zella was surprised when the baritone voice greeted her for the first time. Though Mikequel's eyes were closed, he noticed Zella's movements. Unlike Kenneth, Mikequel had dark brown hair. Thick eyebrows and a jaw that is also firm, there is no body hair around the jaw; the eyes were open, and Zella could see Mikequel's light brown retina slices. Those eyes looked sad; who could have thought Mikequel was a psychopath who had been committing murders?

"Y-yes, sir, I'm the new maid," Zella answered with an intonation that was deliberately made a little nervous to make it seem stiff.

"Hmm. Just leave this one cloth, go. I want to sleep." Mike just nodded and crossed his arms again, closing his eyes to enjoy the breeze that penetrated his skin.

Zella, who felt expelled, was challenged not to leave. Instead, she deliberately dropped her body on Mike's lap, causing a pile of sheets to scatter.

Zella thought she would fall without being caught. But as expected, Mikequel held Zella's waist, making those eyes meet her again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Sir, I'm sorry..." Zella nodded, a small nod as Mike's question seduced her.

Zella tried to get up from her seat. But Mike held her waist so she couldn't leave Mike's lap; Mike sassily touched Zella's hair and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I like the smell of your perfume." Mike sniffed the neck of his new maid; somehow, the perfume she wore was very classy. He was very sensitive to the smell of perfume; Mike was sure that the perfume used by this new maid was not cheap.

"Who are you?"

Zella swallowed her saliva roughly, and the question Mike asked made Zella pause for a moment before answering Mike casually.

"I'm Zella, the new waitress here. Is that what you want to know?" Zella stood up from Mike's lap and looked into Mike's eyes gently.

"I'm Mikequel Cristopher; just call me Mike or honey, whatever you want." Mike smiled with a smirk; this was the first time he felt attracted to a server.

"Honey... Is it okay if I call you Sir like that? Doesn't that sound very presumptuous?" Zella looked at Mike with one eyebrow raised; it seemed that she already had an idea to make Mike fall in love with her.

"You're an exception; I certainly don't allow anyone to call me that... But not you, I like it." Mike smiled again.

"Alright, I'll call you Honey, but wait... What do I gain?" Zella was no fool; she was a coach if Mike was a player. This cheap trick was common for Zella, a regular visitor to nightclubs.

"You're a smart woman; no wonder I'm interested in you." Mike smiled; he liked smart women like he this time. Mike was tired of playing with stupid women. For once, he wanted to experience a smart woman who looked very challenging.

"Am I also in your ideal woman characterization? I'm 27 years old. Are we the same age?" Zella came back to Mike and put both hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah, we're the same age... I like you." Mike smiled and touched Zella's cheek.

"Well, I'll see you then... I have to get back to work, Honey," Zella said in a small whisper before distancing herself from Mike and the dirty hand that touched her cheek.

*****

Zella walked back into the Mansion. She couldn't stop rubbing her cheeks; it felt so disgusting when Mikequel touched her cheek. Her feet stopped when she met a pair of gray eyes that looked at her coldly.

"What are you doing on the rooftop? My room is dirty; clean it up!"

Zella was yelled at by a temperamental man who had no idea why he was angry with her. However, Zella couldn't fight back. She just followed and obeyed. Entering Kenneth's room made Zella's hair stand on end; I don't know what made her feel that way.

Zella tidied up the arrangement of the pillows and pulled back the bedcovers that had been messy before. Isn't it strange? Why is this room so messy? This was done on purpose.

"You slept in such a mess?" Zella opened the conversation, trying to dispel the atmosphere that felt very cold between them.

"What were you doing on the rooftop." Instead of answering Zella's question, Kenneth was more curious about what Zella was doing on the rooftop. Kenneth knew the rooftop was a place his brother Mike often went to.

"Nothing," Zella answered briefly and concisely.

"Don't lie to me. Did you also fuck Mikequel!" Kenneth pulled Zella's hand, stopping her from doing her job.

"Almost! You're satisfied." Zella pulled her hand away from Kenneth.

"Bitch!"

"That's a pretty nickname; I like it. Call me that more often." Zella clapped her hands, her eyes glaring at Kenneth.

"You can be all yours; why must you seduce Mike, too." Kenneth choked Zella again until Zella's body fell on the surface of Kenneth's bed.

Kenneth, who was now on top of her body. Supporting with one hand to keep she body balanced, one hand was still on Zella's neck. He didn't like Zella seducing another man, especially since that man was Mike, who was his younger brother.

"L-let go!" Zella asked Kenneth to remove his hand from Zella's neck. And finally, Kenneth let go, too.

"Hukkkk... Why do you like strangling my neck so much? One time, you did it twice already." Zella looked at Kenneth's eyes, which had turned sad.

"Don't go near other men."

"There is no prohibition! I have the right to make love with anyone as long as I am happy and enjoy it." Zella placed her hands quickly on Kenneth's neck, responding to Kenneth by strangling her neck.

Zella changed positions quickly until her current body was on Kenneth's body surface.

"You feel how hard it is to breathe when strangled like this." Zella was still speaking, but her hand did not let go of Kenneth.

Zella could have killed Kenneth right now, but instead, she pulled Kenneth's lips and kissed him briefly. Zella immediately got up from above Kenneth's body and distanced herself; my work hours are over; I have to go home.

Zella glanced at the clock in Kenneth's room. She immediately moved quickly to the door leaf and touched the door handle, but unfortunately, the door did not open, and Kenneth locked it.

"You locked the door?" Zella turned her body around, looking at Kenneth with one eyebrow raised.

"Of course, I'm not letting you out of my room." Kenneth was still lying on the bed rubbing his lips, the remaining saliva between him and Zella still at the corner of his lips.

"Then, what do you want?" Zella instantly felt disgusted with Kenneth. Her hopes of capturing Kenneth's heart were dashed, and Zella hated Kenneth.

"Didn't you say you were going to dance naked on my bed? Let's do it; I already made it happen by bringing it into the room." Kenneth sat cross-legged on his bed. He waited, Zella, who would never do that.

"Are you challenging me, young master Cristopher?" Zella narrowed her eyes, and her hand pulled on the hair tie, instantly making her hair loose.

She approached Kenneth again. Zella also felt scared but still broke through and seemed brave in this matter.

"I thought you were scared." Kenneth looked at Zella expressionlessly.

"You thought I was scared? Until you think so, Mr. Kenneth," Zella said back to Kenneth with a haughty look.

"Not now! You look very brave to me." Kenneth stood up and approached Zella, eroding the distance between them.

"Why be afraid? I was never taught to fear humans before." Zella replied to Kenneth with a faint smile.

"I like your smile." Kenneth was completely addicted to Zella, the woman he had met at the club three years ago.

Why did he still remember Zella's face? Because only Zella's face captivated Kenneth's heart, he could never find Zella because he had not known her name before.

"There is nothing I like about you other than your heart. I want to get it," Zella replied to Kenneth with sarcasm.

"You want to kill me?" Kenneth breathed into Zella's neck and planted a brief kiss there.

"No, not you, but Mike." Zella bluntly told Kenneth her intentions- whether the man would understand what she was saying.

"Aaaa Mike, thank goodness then." Kenneth touched Zella's ass and gave it a small squeeze.

"Are you okay with me killing him?" Zella moved her body away from Kenneth and looked at Kenneth's face in confusion.

"He's a psychopath, and sometimes I get sick of him. It's not easy to kill him, Darling," Kenneth said with a smirk.

"Really? Then you just help me kill him now." Zella touched Kenneth's chest, unbuttoning them one by one; Kenneth's shirt Kenneth's pale white face had a sharp gaze as sharp as a hawk. Only she could tame Kenneth's iceberg nickname that didn't apply to Zella.

"What did Mike do to you?" Kenneth looked into Zella's eyes, trying to find the answer that was still unsaid.

"Touched my cheek, kissed it." Zella looked like a fool trying to pit the two brothers against each other.

"And then?"

"That's it. I'm almost making love, but I don't think the place is good enough for the rooftop." Zella moved her body away, trying to unbutton the maid's clothes, making her chest bigger than the clothes.

"Damn clothes!" Zella cursed in front of Kenneth, who laughed at her.

"Why are you laughing!" Zella looked back into Kenneth's eyes, which immediately turned cold again.

"You don't seem to like me laughing."

"Yeah! I don't like it, you laugh so badly! Keep showing that cold face."

"What are you going to do?" Kenneth looked at Zella, who did not approach he but walked in the other direction.

"You think? Of course, I'll lend you the bathroom," Zella said as she walked away, holding back her evil laugh.

She managed to play Kenneth; how could her easily give her body to Kenneth? What an idiot that guy is! Zella walked leisurely into the shower stall and started to wet her whole body. Her hands also leisurely used the bath soap, which smelled very masculine.

Zella's hands pulled the kimono towel and put it on. Staring at her reflection in the slightly dewy glass, Zella's eyes turned into a piercing gaze.

"Mikequel Cristopher, I've got you. All that's left is to think of a way for you to die at your hands." Zella said in her heart, ambitiously wanting to get Mikequel to be her target.

"Zella! Open the door."

"Fucking shit! You want to see me naked!" Zella yelled; she immediately turned off the sink after washing her hands.

She lazily opened the bathroom door. She was looking at Kenneth's face, standing in front of her shirtless; what the hell! Zella's eyes could see a lot of tattoos all over Kenneth's body. His chest and stomach were also covered in tattoos, and he had no idea what they meant.

"Are you a descendant of the Yakuza? You have so many tattoos, littering my view." Zella pushed Kenneth's body away from her, but what Kenneth did instead was to hold Zella by hugging her body tightly.

Zella didn't let that go as she quickly twisted Kenneth's hand away. Zella quickly brought Kenneth's hands behind the man's body, her eyes looking at Kenneth with a faint smile.

"You do not easily conquer me, Mr. Kenneth!"