I brew the stew and put the beef into the pan. I chopped up some vegetables and then boiled them. When I'm finished, I take the meal to the table with a fake smile. I'm currently serving for Costello Divina, the CEO of matell, a large clothing brand in New York. But I'm an undercover spy, and he doesn't know that I fished out his true intentions.

Let me spill the tale. He ordered the military to kill an innocent man, Angelina Stefani. Why? Simply because he wouldn't pay Costello a large debt he owed. But, Angelina didn't even owe him the debt. Costello likes using fake news, propaganda, to get people he is jealous of, tortured or murdered. Costello knew that Angelina was rich, and that Angelina had ten million dollars hiding somewhere, but Angelina wouldn't tell Costello. I mean, would you?

Angelina had hidden the money in his daughters coffin. But, his daughter wasn't dead. Confusing, I know. Angelina was my good friend, and knew of my intentions. Because Costello had also killed my father.

I grabbed a glass of red wine and slipped some ketamine into it. That should do it, I thought to myself as I looked around the kitchen. I put an innocent smile on my face, my eyes tightening as I placed the glass down by Costello. If you're asking, I have a wig and makeup on to hide my identity.

I walked back to the bar and whistled quietly to myself as I watched him. The cold, steel of a knife pressed against my thigh and I remembered I had my second plan ready just incase.

Karma is a bitch, Costello Divina.