It was hot day; it was like any other hot day in Vancouver. Cars flooded the street, people busied away their lives. To Angeline Catharine it was just another ordinary day of her life. She could be described as rather a petit young lady, one that anyone would want to protect at first sight. She had innocent blue eyes that would make anyone feel guilty, long wavy blond hair like gentle rolling waves under the golden sun, and a face that was the envy of goddesses everywhere.

Her client was already half an hour behind schedule, she began scratching the edge of the coffee table with her thumb excessively. A cacophony of sound scattered away few of the shop customers. But to her it didn't matter, the less eyes the better, and of course she didn't mean to scratch it on purpose, it's that she always had this urge to do something, as she liked to call it: something to keep my mind and body...sharp. As she continued to dig her nails against the table edge, she began getting 2nd glances from the waiter, whom avoided her eye whenever she looked back. 20 minutes her fingernails had dug about an inch into the table. Her nail wasn't even sharp and long, but rather smooth and short. Eventually she stopped digging her nail into the table; her thumb had begun to turn numb and purple. By then she was the only customer left in the shop. Half an hour has passed ever since she started waiting, when a glance out the window again gave her a glimpse of her client walking across the street and entering the shop. When he and saw her. The two greeted each other and exchanged a few polite words quickly before sitting down and getting to bussiness. The client was a man in his early 50's. He had a short plump head and was bald in the center with black dyed hair on the sides. He wore a formal black business suit and tie that says this man means serious business. His eyes beamed wisdom through the thick aging spectacle that clung to his nose. From what Angeline knew, he was a highly respected businessman in China and has a formidable reputation internationally wise.

"Sorry I kept you waiting; I just got here from my business conference..." Mr. Wu apologized in Chinese.

Excuses. Angeline thought.

"It's ok. So Mr. Wu; how's your wife and children?" she responded in kind.

"They are living pretty well back in mainland, have I told you about my orchard?"

"No, tell me about it." She said, supporting one hand under her chin.

"It's back in my hometown, Xi-an. It's on one of the hills and it's massive. 20 acres I am telling you. Just last summer I went to live there for a while, and drank a bit of the wine I brewed. If you have time this summer I can show you to my orchard and share a couple bottles of Grenache and I can ensure you that all of them are premium quality, because I brewed them myself."

"Thanks for the offer; I would love to try them one day."

"No, I should be the one thanking you;" He extended his hand forward, which Angeline took as an invitation and shook it. "You helped me a lot ever since I first came here."

"I am very happy to hear that. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I am very glad to hear that, you see...This week I took a stroll in Stanley park, and there is only one word;" he raised a single finger, and angled it at the ceiling. "Beautiful! It truly has a beauty beyond words!"

"And I agree with you, every week I go there and take a walk. The scenery is just like you described; beauty beyond words."

"So as I walked I began to think, if I could live here for the remainder of my life, then there is nothing I can regret when I die..." the man lowered his head, then sighed, "I should have came here much earlier. Now with fewer years to enjoy, I wish to spend the remainder of life here."

"I can understand," she spoke with a sympathetic tone. That moment, the man before her wasn't the all powerful, influential multi billionaire. He was just a tired, burdened man with only pitiful numbers of years to live.

"I will do anything within my power to help you." She said sincerely.

"Thank you...then let me say this straightforward." He cleared his throat, and it almost sounded like regret: "I wish to establish an apartment, right beside Stanley Park. And be able to live in it during my numbered years. What do you think?"

"I think that any reasonable person who's been there would think so too. And I think the same thing as well."

"Right! Just when my lawyers convinced the government, a bunch of locals started complaining, and just last week, I had to stop the constructions because a bunch of locals came a vandalized my construction equipment. So I had to stop it, and it is on hold even till now."

"I am very sorry to hear about that, so what do you want me to do exactly?"

"Ms. Catharine...no Angeline I just need you to help me deal with the locals, you were born here right?"

"Yes, I was born in Canada." Angeline replied as she leaned back and crossed her legs.

"Because I was hoping you could convince the locals to leave my project alone, I think you are much more convincing then my other lawyers." His hands leapt forward on top of her hands and held it there as his hands trembled like an earthquake.

"Please, Angeline, I know this is too much to even ask from my personal manager, but you are my last and only hope out of this situation." I was honestly creped out, but instead of pulling away, my hands stayed there while I spared him a glance of pity.

"I promise I will take care of the situation, and tell your lawyers to back off from this situation, because they only make thing more complicated."

"Understood, I will tell them to back down from the case at once." then he looked down and winced, then looked away as if he was about to cry. "What can I do to repay your service? I can pay you a million dollars as initiation, and 10 fold more once the situation is settled..."

"I am very sorry I must refuse your offer."

"Why?" Mr. Wu responded with a surprised voice.

"After hearing your wish, I promised myself I would not charge you a single cent of my service, because if I did that would be an immoral thing to do."

"Angeline...you are the most kind hearted person I met in my entire life." Mr. Wu said with a heart quenching voice. A couple minutes passed, Mr. Wu still has his head bowed low, back arched, his expression hidden behind a painful mask.

"I am highly honored to be given such a compliment, and I promise you, I will get the job done for you."

"No, it's my honor to hear those words. I do not know how to express my gratitude of your service at the moment, but your good deeds will definitely not go unrewarded." Mr. Wu said, getting up from his seat and left the room. Her eyes followed him outside the window, until he was completely out of sight. When I was sure he was completely out of sight, she leaned back on the chair stretched out. And let out a sigh.

Fool...She thought.

***

She had many identities; she was a thief, a trickster. She has many names; Angeline is just one them. But what makes her so different than other con-artist in comparison, is the shocking fact that she is not the innocent girl that she appears outwardly, but rather a cunning deceptive male. Only 19 years of age, his natural feminine appearance proved to be a huge advantage in his career; his ability to charm men in all sorts of scenarios and lure them into a trap, then blackmail them in the end was how he made a living. At today he owns a condo in White Rock, with a decent car and everything and another extra 5 million in his Swiss bank account. But he knows his career isn't going to last long, in just a few years his career will end, and he would have to make the most out of it as possible.

When he got home that day, he got a shower and changed into his bathrobe. When he came by the mirror he stared at himself for a moment and arched his eyebrows slightly at the sight of the slight masculine outline of his body. With a small sigh he walks over to the weight scale and weighs himself for a quick moment;

45kg...3 more kg from target. He thought. Feeling highly procrastinating, he threw himself onto the couch and flicked on the TV.

"We have some Breaking News; yesterday we have received numerous reports of spotting of a on the run serial killer. The serial killer known as 'Reaper' is suspected to be responsible for 50 murders in the past decade This morning at 8:15 am, a body was found in Stanley Park, Vancouver. This murder is believed to be another work of this notorious serial killer, the Vancouver police department is still investigating the case, and more details will be informed in the meantime. This is Rogers Cullman reporting."

Feeling drowsy, Angeline turned off the TV then resumed lying on the couch and began clogging his mind with endless fantasy of the serial killer;

Blond hair, blue eyes, handsome appearance, he could have been a holly wood star! I wish I could see him up close, not wait that would be dangerous...In the end his exhaustion gave in, without even bothering to turn off the lights, he began to fall asleep, muttering:

"Fools..."

***

Mr. Wu stood on the balcony of his apartment, skimming over the English bay in its red sunset.

Ah life. Just as he thought, his work phone buzzed. He reached into his pocket and answered it without a second glance of the number.

"Hello old man. Can you hear me?" came an unfamiliar man voice through the phone.

"This line is secure, how did you manage to get in? And who are you?" Mr. Wu answered in hushed Chinese,

"I am afraid that information is irrelevant to our topic, so let's get started quickly."

"Answer me, who are you and what do you want from me?"

"..." the other end was silent. Just as Mr. Wu was about to hang up the phone and treat it like any other prank call, the other responded with an impassive voice that didn't even give off the slightest hint of emotion:

"Mr. Wu do you love your wife and kids?"

"Who are you? And what have you done to them?"

"You misunderstood my question. It's not what I done to them, it's what you've done to them."

"What did you just say? I am going to call the police!"

"Face the truth, you're having an affair, and this is not your first one, this is your 20th time or so."

"...what do you want from me?" a cold bead of sweat trickled down from the cliff of Mr. Wu cheek.

"If that wasn't convincing enough I can go on, you participated in the money laundry in Marco last year. And Insider trading this spring..."

"How do you know all this?"

"That is irrelevant to the topic."

"Alright..." Mr. Wu tried to calm his voice, it wasn't the first time he been into situations as such, usually the end outcome would resort some form of bribery and move on again.

"Alright, how much do you want?"

"It's not money I want."

"Just say the number; I will transfer it at once!"

"I already told you it's not the money I want." The mysterious man paused, "I need you to do something for me."

"So what do you want me to do exactly?" Mr. Wu gulped.

"You are about to receive an email, with all the details of instructions written on it. If the requirements are not met...what do you think of the idea of me making a phone call to your wife right now?"

"Ok, I will do as whatever you say."

"Good. Then we have a deal."

"...Um..."

"And wouldn't you say the sunset in the English bay is beautiful? Especially this time of the year?"

"...Ah..."

"I look forward to working together in the future. Au revoir." the mysterious caller hanged up.

Mr. Wu set down his phone and stared at the sunset silently, after a while Mr. Wu was able to slowly recover from the shock and returned inside his work room. And the first thing he saw on his 32 inch flat screen computer was a series of slideshow dedicated to nature. Almost sluggishly Mr. Wu slowly climbed into his arm chair and moved his mouse. Canceling the slide show and replacing it with the password screen Mr. Wu entered both his passwords, logged onto his computer and the first thing he saw was an alert icon pinned to his mailbox. He breathed in deeply as he slowly hovered his cursor on top of the mailbox icon and clicked it open. And he flipped over to the most recent one, which was no surprise sent by an anonymous user. Mr. Wu clicked on the mail, and this was the single most stressful and difficult e-mail he ever opened in his entire career. He clicked it; it opened.