Alle Kapitel von His Mate, My Spy: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

The knock on the penthouse door came just after noon, firm and controlled, not impatient but not hesitant either. Emily had been pacing the living room, flipping channels on the television without actually watching anything. The silence of the suite pressed on her nerves more than gunfire ever had. When the knock came, she was already alert.She crossed the room and opened the door halfway.A man in a dark suit stood outside. He was tall, clean-shaven, composed. The kind of man who blended into crowds yet never truly disappeared. His gaze flicked over her once, assessing.“Miss Emily?” he asked politely.“Yes.”“Mr. Hayes sent me. He was caught up at work and couldn’t make it to pick you up himself. I’m here to accompany you to your place so you can collect what you need before heading to his residence.”Emily didn’t move aside. She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “And I’m supposed to just believe that?”The man’s lips curved faintly. “I understand your hesitation.”“I don’t l

Dinner was quieter than Emily had expected.Emily sat across from Damien, hands folded neatly in her lap before she picked up her fork. The plate in front of her looked exquisite - perfectly arranged vegetables, tender slices of meat, a delicate sauce brushed around the edge. She barely saw it.The dining room was large but not overly decorated. A long wooden table stood at the center, polished to a soft glow under warm chandelier light. Tall windows framed the darkening sky outside, and somewhere beyond the walls, security lights blinked silently into the night.Damien, on the other hand, had been trying to speak for the past five minutes.“So,” he began carefully, lifting his glass of water, “how are you settling in?”“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, not looking at him.He cleared his throat. “If the room isn’t comfortable, we can have it adjusted.”“It’s comfortable.”Another silence.He looked at her.And immediately regretted it.The image returned without permission. Water on he

The car that waited for them in the driveway was not a limousine, but it was just as imposing. A sleek black executive sedan, polished to a mirror shine, stood under the morning light like a quiet statement of power. The driver stepped out the moment Damien approached and opened the rear door for them.Emily slid in first, smoothing down the short designer dress she had chosen that morning. Damien followed and took the seat beside her. The door shut with a soft, heavy thud, sealing them inside a world of tinted glass and muted city noise.The ride began smoothly.Damien was already scrolling through his tablet before they had even cleared the gates of the estate. His posture changed the moment they left the house. At home he had been awkward, slightly unsettled. Here, inside the car, he looked sharp and focused, every movement precise. His jaw was set, his shoulders squared. The CEO had replaced the man.“I spoke to HR this morning,” he said without looking up from the screen. “You’ll

Zane did not knock.He never had.The receptionist barely had time to look up before he was already walking past her desk, one hand holding his phone, the other adjusting the sleeve of his black leather jacket. “Mr. Zane….” the secretary began.He lifted two fingers casually in greeting and pushed Damien’s office door open without waiting for permission.Inside, Damien looked up from behind his desk. His expression shifted the moment he saw who it was.“Zane,” he said, standing immediately.Instead of remaining behind his desk, Damien walked around it and moved toward the couch. Zane had already dropped onto one end, leaning back comfortably, stretching his arm along the backrest as if he owned the building.“It’s unlike you to visit during office hours,” Damien said as he took the seat opposite him. “Did the nightclubs close early?”Zane smirked. “What? Are you worried I’ll stumble across something in here you don’t want me to see?”The words were light, almost teasing, but there wa

Across town in the agency’s headquarters, Knox finished talking to Emily and lowered the phone slowly and placed it face down on the desk.For a moment he did not speak. His jaw was tight, but his mind was already moving, connecting patterns, weighing probabilities. He trusted instinct more than data sometimes, and Emily had the sharpest instincts of anyone he had ever trained.Across the room, Mercer sat in front of a wall of screens, fingers still dancing over the keyboard. Lines of code reflected against his glasses as satellite feeds, financial transfers, and facial recognition databases flickered in overlapping windows.Knox turned toward him.“Dig deeper into him,” Knox said.Mercer did not look away from the screen. “On which one?”“The brother,” Knox replied. “If 23 has a feeling about him, I want everything. I trust her instincts. She’s never been wrong.”Mercer nodded once. “Full background sweep?”“Full sweep. Financials, contacts, travel history, social activity. I want to