Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 14: Mr and Mrs Marcus

"This time I hate your plans, Rocky!" Robbin riled while looking at the young lady beside his big boss. "I can't admit it as a lover let alone a wife. Huh! That's right," he added and then threw away his face.

"In this case, you have no other choice" Rocky replied with power. He understands Robbin's reasoning, but this must be done for the success of the job. The only way, complete this task as quickly as possible so that Robbin can do anything freely.

"I can argue?" ask Meghan.

Rocky gave a sharp look. He does not like to be denied, even more so by new subordinates for a lifetime of corn.

"Say!" robbin's breakup was a little sassy after no response from the big boss.

Meghan behaved like an educated agent, although daunted, her face seemed ordinary when expressing opinions. "Me and Robbin can introduce themselves as sisters."

"Agreed!" answer Robbin quickly.

"can't. I already registered you there as a husband and wife!" Rocky.

"Why just say it now?" Robbin restores his hair with fingers, groaning because he is caught up in a tactic he does not like, but he must be professional. "Meghan, come! There's no point in arguing with this old man."

Meghan smiled a smile because she could not say anything. He was one step behind Robbin. As soon as he arrived and got in the car, he just spoke, "Waoh, quite brave action, Bang," he praised because according to Meghan, Robbin dared to be disrespectful to the boss.

Robbin glanced cynically when the young lady next to him called him with the greeting 'Bang' thought he was a bricklayer what.

Because glimpsed like that, Meghan became wrong when installing a seat belt. "Don't you read the record from Boss Rocky?" he asked, but got no response, so he started to grow furious. "Bang!"

"Custom call me Marcus from now on—Marc!" Robbin.

"Ah, okay, Marc." Meghan forgot that every member of secret agent—Robbin also has a pseudonym.

"May you remember your own name, Yudith," said Robbin, grinning faintly, The new boy still needs to be educated.

The two walked down the street at a rapid pace without conversing for nearly ten minutes. Meghan studied the details of the building where the event took place. The plan on the drawing was a little complicated, he gave a cross and round mark on some parts.

When he arrived in front of the tall building soaring up to touch the cloud, both of them climbed the stairs. The lobby door opened automatically, Robbin and Meghan's eyes watching the surroundings. Looking at every corner of the room installed by CCTV cameras, it moves up and down to 90°.

From quite a distance Robbin saw a tall woman with glasses perched sweetly on the base of his nose. He was the intended target, escorted by two well-built men and elegant black suits.

Robbin gave Meghan an eye code and made a few calls. As a trained agent the young woman knew what to do. According to instinct, the two went in different directions.

"Hi!" meghan is in a hurry. Coinciding with the passing target, he hit the woman's right shoulder. "I'm sorry, Miss," she said, bowing so deeply that the hair she was wearing covered her face.

One of the bodyguards stood up defiantly, Meghan still lowered her head and said in a contrite tone full of regret until the one who heard the pity, "Sorry, right, my carelessness, sir."

The guard was indifferent, while the target rubbed his arms as if there was dust there, then continued his steps.

It was felt that the situation was safe Robbin approached Meghan while whispering. "Where?"

"Presents." Despite the thin smile dimples are seen on both of Meghan's cheeks. He was glad his first job went well.

"On behalf?" ask receptionist.

"Mr and Mrs Marcus, let us take you to your room" said the receptionist politely as he waved at the two men in charge of delivering guests and carrying goods.

The three entered the elevator, the man pressed the number seven button. People entering and exiting the elevator alternated on each floor. They arrived at the seventh floor. With a relaxed step down the corridor to the room in question.

As many steps as taken, Robbin only hopes there are two mattresses in the room. However, after thinking again with the identity that is carried now it feels impossible. Or at least one large bed. Things like sofas are also quite useful.

"Please, Sir, this is your room." Designate the man and then remove the card to activate the room door so that it can be accessed with a face sketch or fingerprint.

After swiping the card, the man appeared to press the button on the door, after which asked Robbin and Meghan facing in that direction also put one of their fingers. As soon as he was done, he locked the face sketches and fingerprints of his two guests. "It's over, good rest, Mr and Mrs Marcus."

One of the men in charge of carrying the goods arrived and handed it to Meghan.

"Thank you" Meghan said without tipping money, but she would obviously be rejected because the rules there say employees are prohibited from receiving gifts of any kind.

As per the image of Robbin the room was only equipped with one bed and—almost he called the man was—kasur in front of his eyes small. It would be perfect if he was with Clay, he could sleep hugging.

"Lady is nomero uno," Meghan said in Italian originally which more or less means the number one— girl basically men should succumb.

"Open as you please, I can sleep in—" Robbin searched for seats. "The old man booked our room what class, anyway?" he said, because he found a wooden chair for one person with complicated carvings and high backings equipped with sponges so that the sitting is more comfortable.

Meghan's little shoulder slumped as soon as she handed over proof of hotel reservation. Robbin hastily grabbed the paper.

"Bas based on a miserly boss! Why didn't you tell me we booked economy class?" snapped Robbin, he usually does not care about the inn because of his trip with Berry.

"We're here working out, not on vacation! So the resting place isn't that important" Meghan replied as she walked closer to the bedroom window.

"Yes! Thank you for waking me up, Yudith!" Robbin shifts the chair to near a small table next to the closet. Then, install and tamper with super-advanced electronic objects that he usually carries while on duty. "I go out for a minute, sit here and observe. I'll have some cameras installed at some point."

Meghan received a small earring-like voice-over device, and then put it in her ear. He saw Robbin rushing out of the room and carrying a bag the size of two palms.

"The hatchet is thumbs up, it's worth Rocky's boss being so proud of him," Meghan said as she continued to observe the monitor. One by one the boxes that were there displayed Robbin's serious face. "What a beauty, is he married?" monologue lirih.

"Yudith, did you say something?"

Sounding clearly in the right ear, Meghan forgot that she was wearing a listening device from Robbin. Scratching his head he replied, "The picture is okay."

Damnit damnit! meghan's words in my heart. Now, he tries to concentrate. However, suddenly the phone next to the mouse rang, as it was still nervous about accidentally receiving it.

"Hello!" A total of three times there is no legitimacy, because of anger at yourself because Meghan snapped, "Bas on a bully!" The phone is also turned off.

Anjiiir!!! regret Meghan without a sound knowing the phone held Robbin's. Let me apologize to him, he promised in his heart.

"Hey, Yudith, everything's okay."

"Yes, Sir!" meghan said spontaneously, she is still very nervous.