It's another calm and without any action part. I'm sorry if anyone will find these parts boring or uninterested. Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler's POV)
I was feeling really good. My plan was absolutely perfect, that man was falling for me. I could read that from his eyes, his body language, and his speech.

I was hovering with my fingers over the display of my phone, waiting for nice numbers to pop out to text my little victim. I knew I had to earn his trust, I couldn't just ask him where Evan was straight away.

And there we go. 11:11 pm. That's my lovely time.

I unlocked my phone and went to the messages.

T: Hi there. It's me, Eric. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, my boss was holding me in the job overtime. I hope it's not late to write you.

I stood up and went to Delirious, who was going through the files of Evan once again. I was impressed how he didn't let go of his goals, and disappeared.

The next thing I was shocked about was the fact that I was finally working with him. Not for him, but with him. I knew everything about him from the first day had I contacted him when I needed his help. I knew his name, his past life. And I trusted him with my life. He may have seemed to be distant, cold or without any emotions, but I knew that's only a mask, a wall around him. And I was ok with that. He helped me when I needed him, now it was my turn.

"You hungry?" I asked, when I sat next to him.

"Not really," he replied, and I nodded my head.

I felt my phone buzzed, which made me immediately smile

C: Hi. I'm so into you, I got wet dream last night about you! Wanna date me?

I blinked several times in confusion, looking at Delirious, when another message pop out.

C: I'm so sorry. My friend took my phone, I'm seriously sorry! This is so embarrassing. How are you?

"He's with Evan right now, most likely," I said to Delirious with my eye locked into the display.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast, to be honest," he replied.

"I didn't either. I'm impressed that I was his type, somehow."

I looked at him as he stretched himself.

"I thought you were going to befriend him, not date him."

"I mean... I could use this for my own satisfactions. Once you get Evan who's going to hold him back to run for help?"

"Better then throw my money into some prostitutions," he said, and sip out of his coffee.

"True. So thanks for your blessing."

I returned with my eyes to my phone.

T: It's ok. Well when your friend ask me this question who am I not to answer it. So wanna go on date with me?

I had to wait longer for the answer this time.

C: I would love to.

T: Cool. Tomorrow is too soon?

C: Absolutely amazing. Where though?

T: 6 pm. at the place we met first time?

C: Awesome!

T: I wish you good night.

C: Night, Eric.

"Tomorrow at 6 pm. I'm going to meet him," I informed Delirious, and put the phone on the table.

"So what's your story? Your name's Eric?" He asked, and I could see he's tired from researching, and from doing nothing.

"Eric yep. I'm working at IT company, which won't be hard to talk about when I'm good at hacking, and..." I wanted to continue when phone buzzed.

I answered it immediately, because I knew who was calling.

"How could you fuck up?" She yelled.

I noticed how Delirious looked at me all curious.

"I'm workin on it," I replied calmly.

"Working on it? He got rescued, and I didn't get my code!"

"I said I was working on it!" I repeated louder this time.

"We don't have this much time. I'm giving you three weeks. No more, no less," she gave me ultimatum, and I frowned.

"What's gonna fucking happen if I don't make it on time?" I asked.

"Firstly you won't see the rest of my money. Secondly you're going to die, I can assure you that it's going to be slow and painful."

Really? I mean you dont even know who's killer here. You think I'm the hitman.

"Three weeks, got it," I replied uninterested.

She hung up without any other words. I sighed and stretched myself.

"Who was that?" Delirious asked.

"That slut who hired you. She was bitching that Evan was caught, giving me an ultimatum."

"Who's is she?"

"Former employee of Evan, Madison Ferret. He fired her cause of some fucking incompetence. That's what that shithead wrote into her resume. I think it's her way of revenge."

"And what did she say exactly?"

"We have two weeks to get those numbers or else she is going to kill me," I answered his question.

His eyebrow flew up, lips curled into a smile.

"Really? I'm going to get those numbers, but not cause of her stupidity but to earn my lost respect. And get my destroyed ego back."

I started to laugh and picked one of the papers about our victim.

"Your ego is still high, sir. Don't you worry about it."