Chapter Eighty Eight: Out of the Plan

Aicher I watched through the monitors in the media room as Celine stood on the stage, gobsmacked. The press attacked her with questions, cameras clicking everywhere in her face. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" I smirked. "That's what you get for ruining my life." I glanced down at the time on my wristwatch. I had to leave soon, or I risked being caught by the security. It would take another couple of minutes before they could get to me, and I had calculated that amount of time toward making my escape and their pursuit. That would be if they knew where I was. I grabbed my sling bag and slipped out of the media room. They would need a new team if they ever planned on continuing that program. The men in there were pretty much knocked out until the next morning from the sleeping spray I had used against them. "Mission accomplished." I thought, pulling open the door to the stairwell I had planned to exit through. "Hands up." I froze at the voice, not seeing that coming.