As the woman waited for him to arrive, she adjusted her gloves. First impressions were, after all, important, and she didn't want to disappoint. Normally the ensemble would raise some eyebrows, but as this was in a square frequented by business people, she was incognito. After some time, a man casually sauntered over to her. Without looking up, she spoke.
"Saunders. Nice of you to finally come by."
"I see HQ has been missing me," the man said, in a dry manner.
Shrugging, as if she was anticipating that response, she responded.
"What can we say? We need your services."
His mouth quirked into a small smile.
"After all this time, after all this history between us, you guys decide to mend bridges. What can I say? I'm honored."
"Glad to have you back, Saunders," came the equally entertained response. Digging into her expensive purse, the woman found a small manila folder and gave it to him. "Here's the information you'd need for this assignment. As usual, you'll be compensated well."
"Much obliged. I'd say we'll be in touch once this is done, but, well, you all know how to contact me, much to my chagrin."
This time, the woman allowed herself to smile.
"Touche, agent. Happy hunting."
With that, their business was concluded and he briskly strolled off. As he made his departure, the woman looked at her watch, smiled that there was enough time, and started to remove her expensive designer gloves. Several minutes passed, and she quietly gathered her things to leave, only hesitating to ensure nobody was surreptitiously following. Once she was absolutely sure, she made her way past the outskirts of the square to a nondescript building. Swiping out a card key in a well-practiced motion, she matriculated up to the top floor of the office and into a private room.
Once inside, she locked the door and dropped her bag on a nearby table. Reaching to back of her dress, she found its zipper and pulled down. As that tumbled to the floor, she was already removing her lingerie. Looking stark naked into the mirror, she reached back with a smile and maneuvered her fingers to find the bodysuit's hidden zipper. Several seconds later and the suit hit the floor, next to the previously discarded clothing. Watching with dull interest, she removed the voice modulator that was on her neck; the disguise was finally off, and now it was time to resume the normal look. A nearby filling cabinet contained a small bag with a different set of clothes, which were immediately put on.
This process was interrupted by a phone call, however. Picking it up, a masculine voice answered.
"Yes, chief? Yep, Saunders will do it, just like you said he would. No issues there, so phase two can begin. Just give me a second to hang up the bodysuit and I'll be there."
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