My name is Ada Wong, and I am an Agent.
Or rather, not just an Agent... I can be a killer, a spy... As long as the employer needs it, I can be any profession.
Everything about me on the market is fake, and even the name "Ada Wong" is just one of the many aliases I use when carrying out missions.
The nature of my work dictates that I must be a blank check, able to be filled with whatever amount the employer needs.
And a few days ago, I received a special mission.
This mission doesn't require me to kill someone... It only requires me to silently replace someone and collect information about a certain virus before the 'real person' returns.
Of course, it would be even better if I could steal a virus sample. That way, the employer would pay more.
Although this mission is not simple, for someone like me who has experienced countless such missions, it can be said to be a piece of cake.
As long as I figure out the location of the virus and the virus information, the mission should be completed smoothly very soon.
But—why is his assistant used for this kind of thing?
Ada Wong looked at Matthew, who was sitting in a recliner like an ancient official, and for the first time, she felt that something was not quite right.
"Jessica, pour me a cup of coffee. Remember, it has to be hand-ground," Matthew shouted at the top of his lungs.
Faced with Matthew's instructions, the newly employed Ada Wong obediently ran to the side to grind the coffee.
However, when she had finished brewing the coffee and brought it to Matthew, he just sniffed it lightly and handed it back.
"The Water you used is wrong. Don't use the purified Water in the company; use the Evian mineral Water from the supermarket downstairs. Didn't Eleanor tell you about this?"
"To make such a low-level mistake... If it weren't for my good nature, I would have already started to suspect whether you were hired by her..."
The accused Ada Wong, in order not to arouse suspicion, apologized quickly and then trotted downstairs.
Before long, Ada Wong brought another cup of freshly brewed coffee to Matthew.
Matthew took a sip and nodded with satisfaction: "Hmm... This time it's not bad!"
"However, your brewing technique needs improvement. In the future, you need to learn more about coffee brewing techniques and grinding methods..."
"Even if you aren't by my side in the future, this skill will be useful with other people," Matthew said, as if he were teaching a student.
"By the way, my shoulders are suddenly a bit sore. Jessica, come and knead them for me."
"Be careful, the pressure should be appropriate. Don't hurt me! Of course, don't make it feel like you didn't do anything..."
"Hiss—I didn't expect you to be quite good at this! Since that's the case, then press my head for me too!"
"Mm-hmm... Not bad at all."
"By the way, help me take my clothes to wash, and they must be hand-washed... Socks too," Matthew ordered lazily.
Ada Wong, who was massaging Matthew behind him, listened to the mouth of the man in front of her, who was nagging like Tang Seng, and the veins on her forehead kept twitching.
She remembered that the role she was playing this time was a personal assistant, right? Why was the person in front of her making her do nanny work?
It was either making tea and pouring Water, or kneading shoulders and pressing the head... If it were just that, it would be fine, but the key was that the person in front of her had so many demands.
Throughout the day, it was either complaining that you didn't do this well, or that you didn't do that right...
Ada Wong, who had zero negative reviews for years, had her mentality changed for the first time after being PUA'd and scolded by Matthew.
Now, she just wanted to pull out her gun and shoot this nagging man in front of her.
But due to the mission, she had to grit her teeth and continue to endure it.
'Phew—Ada... You have to look on the bright side.'
'At least he only tells you to do this and that with his mouth, and he hasn't been handsy with you like some other mission targets...'
'As long as you can lurk by his side for a while, you will definitely be able to access this company's core secrets!'
'Once the mission is complete, you can stay away from this bastard who does nothing all day and only knows how to blabber on forever!'
Thinking this way, Ada Wong's "wonderful" day passed just like that.
And then it was— "Jessica, come and rub my legs." "Jessica, come and press my waist." "Jessica, go downstairs and help me buy a hot taco, make it spicy." "Oh—Jessica! I told you I don't eat spicy food! Go buy it again!"
Such days went on day after day.
Ada Wong, who was trying every possible way to access the company's core, was ordered around by Matthew all day long and had no time to access the company's secrets.
Even the plan to sneak into the office at night was ruthlessly disrupted by Matthew, and she was eventually called upstairs to deliver a midnight snack.
After this week, she was practically worn out.
Compared to the first day she came to the company, Ada Wong looked much more haggard now, and she even had eye bags.
The sun rose and set; it was a new day.
Arriving at the company, Ada Wong looked at the 'door of suffering' in front of her, gnashing her teeth in hatred.
She now regretted locking up the woman who was originally supposed to do this job.
No wonder the salary for just a few months was three hundred thousand... It turned out it was to serve such a master.
Before she could even enter the door, Matthew's shouting already came from the office.
"Jessica~~ Are you here?" "I can already hear your footsteps. Go to the street and buy me two sandwiches. Remember, no pickles."
Ada Wong: "..." Her fists were clenched, making a cracking sound.
After two seconds of silence, Ada Wong pushed the door open and entered, the gnashing of teeth on her face having turned into a gentle smile.
"Sir, are you sure you want two sandwiches, and not one or three?" "And are you sure you don't need pickles inside?"
"Of course I'm sure~~ I, Matthew Lawrence, could I possibly go back on my word?" Matthew put on a look of 'a promise is a promise'.
Haven't you gone back on your word enough times already?! Ada Wong roared in her heart!
You said you wanted the taco spicy, but after it was brought up, you didn't want it spicy. You said you didn't want pineapple on the burger, but after it was brought up, you wanted pineapple... You said you wanted one pizza, but after the delivery arrived, you said you misheard, and you actually said two!
Haven't you done things like this enough in the past week?! Do you really think everything I asked was superfluous?! You're wrong!
Just like every rule has its meaning for existing, every sentence she asked was a trap she had fallen into with Matthew.
"Fine... I'll go right now." Ada Wong pursed her lips slightly and forced a smile.
Before long, Ada Wong returned to Matthew's side with two sandwiches in her hand. "Sir, the sandwiches you wanted."
"No, this isn't what I wanted." Matthew looked at the sandwiches handed to him and spoke slowly. "What I wanted were the ones with pickles; you didn't add pickles here."
"What a coincidence! I also bought two with pickles!" Ada Wong flipped her hand, and two sandwiches with pickles appeared in her palm.
"What I wanted was three." "What a coincidence, I bought exactly three." Ada Wong pulled another sandwich from who knows where and placed it in front of Matthew.
"Emmm... Forget it. I thought about it, and I still don't like eating sandwiches. How about this, you go stir-fry two dishes for me, and get me fifty thousand dollars."
Ada Wong: "..." "Sir... I seriously suspect you are making fun of me." Ada Wong's expression became gradually serious.
She seriously suspected that this person in front of her had been treating her like a fool from beginning to end.
"Hmm, your suspicion is correct." Matthew leaned back in his recliner and looked at Ada Wong with a playful expression: "I am indeed making fun of you."
"After all, have you ever seen an assistant forced to do these chores all day long?" "Don't you agree—Ada Wong."