Chapter 133: Birthday in the General Manager’s Office
Birthday in the General Manager’s Office
D’Aurelius Group — General Manager’s Office, Valemont
The afternoon sun spilled through the tall glass windows of the office, bathing the room in warm golden light. The luxurious office, usually quiet and orderly, had turned into something... far less professional.
On the large desk meant for signing contracts worth millions of Euros, a chaotic scene unfolded.
A gaming laptop glowed brightly.
Beside it sat a bucket of freshly delivered fried chicken, a pile of napkins, and a cold bottle of soda sweating under the room’s air conditioning.
At the center of this battlefield sat Liza Voss.
Slouched just a bit, she rested into the high-backed seat, gaze locked on the glowing display. The angle of her body hinted at ease, yet something sharp stayed present behind her stare. Not quite alert, not fully drifting - her stillness held its breath. Light from the monitor flickered across her face like quiet pulses of thought. A pause stretched, thin but steady, as if time softened around her motionless form.
Faster than a blink, her slim hands danced between keys and screen tracker.
"Left! Left - damn it!"
Mumbling softly, she stayed locked inside the shooting game. Her voice barely rose above a whisper while fingers moved without pause. The screen flashed, caught her eyes like something alive. Each shot fired felt more real than the room around her.
A strand of dark hair slipped free, falling beside her face as the rest stayed pulled back. She sat leaning ahead just a bit, attention locked in. The fabric of her blouse hugged her small A-cup breasts, showing the gentle curve of her frame beneath.
Her narrow waist curved down to full, round hips resting comfortably in the chair.
For someone who was technically an elite assassin, she looked far more like an obsessed gamer.
The office door suddenly opened.
Julian D’Aurelius walked in.
His sharp golden eyes immediately took in the scene.
Laptop.
Fried chicken.
Soda.
Game sounds echoing loudly.
He walked over silently and patted her shoulder.
"Liza, you’re playing games again. Take a break."
The sudden interruption startled her.
"Ugh—!"
Her character on the screen was instantly shot down.
GAME OVER
Liza stared at the screen for two seconds before slowly turning her head.
Her expression was filled with pure frustration.
"Ugh, I died! It’s all your fault, Young Master Julian!"
Julian glanced at the screen, then at her.
"Dead is dead. You’ve been playing all day."
He sighed and crossed his arms.
"Take a break."
Inside his mind, however—
( This silly girl takes her gaming so seriously. Does she really need to act this dedicated? )
Liza froze slightly.
She heard it.
She always heard it.
His thoughts.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
Am I... getting too obsessed with work lately?
To hide her embarrassment, she quickly grabbed a piece of fried chicken from the bucket and held it toward him.
"Young Master Julian, want some?"
Julian looked at the greasy chicken.
Then looked at her again.
"No."
He rolled his eyes slightly.
Then asked casually,
"Do you know what day it is today?"
Liza blinked.
She thought for a moment.
Then answered seriously.
"KFC Hungry Saturday?"
"..."
Julian slowly rubbed his forehead.
Inside his mind—
(Damn. If she keeps playing games every day, she’ll turn into an idiot. )
(I remember she wasn’t that smart to begin with.)
(Having a pair of A-size tits but not being smart... this kid is doomed.)
Liza’s eyes twitched.
Her face darkened instantly.
"...Not that smart?"
Her voice lowered dangerously.
Excuse me?!
Her IQ was very high, thank you very much.
These complex competitive games that took normal players three months to master—
These complex competitive games that took normal players three months to master— She could complete them in one month.
She had even broken multiple global records.
And yet this man called her stupid?
She clenched her teeth slightly.
But Julian continued speaking calmly.
"Today is your birthday."
He sighed and reminded her.
Liza blinked.
Her expression suddenly froze.
"...Oh."
She paused.
Then scratched her cheek awkwardly.
"Oh, right."
She laughed a little sheepishly.
"I almost forgot."
"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Julian."
Her voice softened slightly.
Recently she had been so busy infiltrating the company and collecting information that even something as basic as her birthday slipped her mind.
But...
As an assassin...
Birthdays had never really meant much anyway.
There were no cakes.
No candles.
No friends.
Just another day of surviving.
Yet hearing Julian mention it...
Something warm stirred in her chest.
A small, unfamiliar warmth.
To someone like her—
Simple concern like this was almost a luxury.
Julian leaned casually against the desk and grinned.
"The company has a rule."
"Employees’ birthdays must be celebrated."
He pointed at her.
"And today I happen to be free."
"So I’ll celebrate it with you."
His smile looked relaxed.
But inside his mind—
(This silly girl has been here long enough.)
(She must have stolen enough information by now.)
(Once those documents reach that idiot Evan... it won’t take long before they become useful.)
Liza froze slightly.
So he knew.
He knew exactly what she was doing.
Yet he still kept her here.
Julian’s thoughts continued.
(Since that’s the case...)
(I need to find a way to bring this silly girl over to my side.)
(First, I’ll slowly build up her goodwill. )
(Once I have all the evidence...)
(I’ll confront her directly.)
Liza stared at him.
Completely bewildered.
Her thoughts became a mess.
Young Master Julian...
He wants to recruit me?
Her heart beat faster for a moment.
An assassin like her had never been offered such a thing before.
Usually...
People either hired her or hunted her.
No one tried to win her over.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the fried chicken.
Her eyes flickered with confusion.
Is there really...
Such a good thing in this world?
For the first time since arriving at the D’Aurelius Group—
Liza Voss felt uncertain about what her next move should be.