*ring ring..
Cyra groggily shut off her alarm, yawning as she stretched before dragging herself to the bathroom.
Still half-asleep, she slipped into black sportswear and walked out of the room in slow lazy steps.
She squinted her eyes, feeling irritated by the blazing sun, forcing her to look down at her feet as she walked toward the slave market, just twenty minutes away from the hotel.
Cyra passed by a shop selling sunglasses, she changed directions, and walked in, She saw the man watching a movie at the counter.
She removed her gaze and selected a sunglass. Choosing the one that fit her face, she scanned her bracelet and paid.
The man looked up when he heard the payment sound and was stunned to see Cyra's face, he looked in a daze till Cyra walked out the entrance.
Cyra put on the glass and felt much better and she continued walking to the slave market.
At the entrance, the air buzzed with loud bidding.
"One million coins!" "Five million!" "Twenty mana stones!"
On the stage stood a trembling man, beautiful in appearance, clutching his arms tightly as if trying to shield himself from the predatory eyes of the crowd. His doe-like gaze made the women's bids grow more outrageous.
Cyra moved around the crowd, her ears keen, picking up any slight suspicious noise.
"Tch...what do those women they are? They used to be like us before they clawed their way up to their position. Now, we have to wait here to serve them." One of the women said with an envious tone.
And Cyra's ears focused on their conversation.
"There is no use feeling jealous, just stay in your post and welcome them...we have to avoid being on their bad side....as for me, I want to avoid trouble." The other woman said, hitting her partner to manage her expression and put away her envious disrespectful look.
Their words caught Cyra's attention and she walked to the secluded underground parking lot beside the slave market.
She hid in the shadows, and waited, curious to see what would happen next.
Suddenly sounds of coming cars were heard in the parking lot, she watched cars drive in and women climbing the door from them together with their followers or only them with suitcases.
Cyra smelt the blood on them and her eyes searched through the crowd of thirty women.
Her gaze laid upon and woman in a hoody, whose face was covered, her lazy gaze looked at the woman from head to toe.
'Hmm, she would do,' she thought as she watched some women entering the elevator with the guards checking their ID cards before letting them in.
She flashed and covered the woman's mouth, the woman hiding behind the hoody was shocked when she found herself in another location.
Before she could understand her situation, her mind was attacked.
"Give me your access ID." Cyra's words went into her ears, and she gave Cyra the ID, bleeding from the ears from pain, due to her brain fighting against Cyra's control. Alas, it was useless, she watched herself give the unknown woman her assessment card.
Cyra removed the woman's clothes and frowned before she put them on. She snapped the woman's neck swiftly and flashed back to the parking lot.
It was her turn next, and she came right on time. Showing her ID card the guards scanned it before allowing her to enter the elevator.
She entered and inside was filled with women and some male secretaries, Cyra went to a corner and waited before the guards entered.
One of them pressed the wall and it opened, showing a hidden button, the guards pressed it and the elevator went downwards, lights flashed and dimmed but the elevator moved down.
It stopped and the doors opened, the guards walked out and everyone followed, the walls were covered in silver screens, and they walked through different lit hallways.
The facility was well-ventilated, filled with light and cameras moving back and forth.
Cyra followed them and they stopped in front of a door that needed each of their facial identification in other to access it.
Cyra's eyes moved and she blended and moved to the last place, when all the women walked in and it was her turn with the last guard.
The woman opened the door and passed through, when the sliding door was about to close Cyra held it to a stop and pushed it open. She slid in and entered, and sight met the boardroom filled with hologram computers and chairs seated with women.
And their secretary stood at their backs. She sat in the empty seat and watched the woman in the center chair stand up.
"Since everyone is here, let's begin." The woman was in charge of this meeting answering only to the hidden leaders of the organization. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
The women one by one presented their complied reports of their sectors.