Like An AV - The Man Who Takes Away Chapter 43: The Tragedy of Undercover Investigator Nikita Romanova
Bora slipped back into her house, shed the latex uniform, and changed into a neat gray business pantsuit. She dug out a pair of non-prescription glasses from somewhere and slipped them on. Dressed like that, briefcase in hand—probably her husband's leather one—and low-heeled shoes on her feet, she looked every bit the office lady. A damn attractive one, too. Any company would fall for a woman like that in a heartbeat.
With her perfect working-woman look complete, Undercover Investigator Nikita Romanova stepped out and rode the elevator down.
Hoo... I noticed it with Jiyeon last time, too, but these Costume Cards really immerse the target completely in the role. My heart raced thinking about what she'd pull off today.
Once I confirmed she'd left the apartment, I headed out too. Sure, I was curious about Bora's adventure, but I had my own shit to handle.
I hopped on the subway and fired up Monitor again to keep tabs on her. Nothing else to do until she hit the office anyway.
Bora took a taxi to city hall, where her husband worked. As she passed the citizen services desk and approached the security checkpoint that required ID, she "accidentally" bumped into a guy walking by.
"Ah! Sorry about that."
"No worries. My bad."
The young guy, grinning ear to ear, apologized right back to the stunning stranger in office wear. Once he was gone, Nikita had his ID in her hand.
Whoa! If Bora knew she had skills like that, she'd freak. It reminded me of her shoplifting at the mart. She couldn't touch Nikita's pro-level sleight of hand, but maybe Bora had a real knack for this stuff.
She scanned the electronic ID at the checkpoint without a hitch and took the elevator up. Whether from tagging along with her husband before or memorizing a map, she strode confidently in her heels, click-clack, straight to her target.
People turned their heads at the striking woman passing by. She was just that eye-catching. But no one batted an eye at the stranger—thanks to the Setting Card making her seem like she belonged there all along.
When eyes met in passing, Nikita gave a slight nod and a warm smile. Male staffers froze, sighing dreamily. From there, she wandered office to office. Clutching papers like she was swamped, chatting up folks at random.
It was wild. City hall employees didn't question this unknown woman in their midst. And Nikita blended in so naturally—gossiping, spilling municipal trivia, even slyly badmouthing some boss.
Bora's a charmer. Even without the undercover gig, she draws male gazes on the street. As Nikita, that allure was in full bloom. Guys tripped over themselves to answer her. Her laugh lit up the room. Even the women didn't shoot her jealous glares—unusual when a bombshell invades the space.
Watching her, I almost thought this was her true self. Maybe she'd have thrived in the corporate world instead of housewife life.
But I knew better. It was all the Setting Card. Plain Bora couldn't mingle that freely with suspects. She'd shine more as a haughty "madam" once her hubby climbed the ladder.
Hmm... that's not a bad idea. A fun thought hit me. Not turning Bora into a madam—that'd take too long.
I kept an eye on her while handling my work. Nothing major went down, so I shoved her feed to the corner of my vision and checked occasionally. Morning flew by.
She grabbed lunch with some department folks. Kept probing even over rice. Guys competed to spill.
Me? I scarfed pork stir-fry at the 5,000-won buffet near the office. Lunch is usually solo—only guy in the department. Not bullied or anything; just uncomfortable rolling with a pack of women.
"So, the Balance Division and Urban Planning are swamped lately."
"Saw them meeting with Illyang Construction a ton recently... but that company's got a shady rep."
"That Kim secretary? Something off about her. Heard rumors."
"Yoon Ah-young's hubby works at the provincial office, right? Probably."
"Heard Yoon wants into the secretary pool bad."
"Jealous types spreading dirt 'cause Kim's the mayor's fave."
"Sounds like friction with the vice-mayor's side."
"That Secretary So? Vice-mayor's pick, yeah?"
Gossip on gossip. Bora flitted around, chatting people up, eavesdropping. She fit anywhere, like she'd always been there.
— Wherever you are, others perceive you as someone who belongs there.
— Fully unleash your charm. Neither men nor women can resist.
The Costume Card <Undercover Investigator> nailed the role.
Bora's gig wasn't just chit-chat. She'd photocopy docs here and there. Come afternoon, she haunted Urban Planning. Something was clicking.
Collecting rumors on a new project, she left city hall for a building downtown. Up to the sixth floor, a dingy office: Illyang Construction. Local firm popping up in convos. Small outfit—dozens of pyeong, three or four staff.
Even there, she chatted casually.
"Oh boss's sister-in-law is my older sis."
"Said I'm starting next week."
"Yeah, worked with Oh boss plenty."
Playing the incoming hire like a pro. Then grilled on upcoming jobs.
"Once this project lands, no one in Howern City touches us."
Manager Kang puffed up like he'd sealed it himself. His eyes glued to her unbuttoned blouse.
First thing in, Bora popped three buttons, leaning to flash cleavage. Crossed legs flashing thigh, fiddling with black stockings. Seductive as hell. I'd have been hooked too.
"Buy me a drink sometime, Manager. Hehe."
Unlike at city hall, she dialed up the easy-lay vibe.
Gulp! Kang swallowed hard nonstop. His head full of how to bed her.
"Last year you only bid 1 billion won—how'd you snag a hundreds-of-billions project? You're amazing, Manager Kang."
"What, you think they scouted me for nothing? Heh heh."
The guy floated on her flattery.
"Perfect timing for you, Ah-yeon. Last year was rough. But Oh boss got tight with that guy somehow."
Oh's firm was a bottom-rung sub-sub-subcontractor scraping by on manpower gigs. But now? Buddy-buddy with the vice-mayor.
"Once that greenbelt lifts, jackpot for tons of folks."
That was the key. Dirt-cheap land per pyeong, slated for a city sports field. And Illyang—zero solid track record—lands it?
"Even with crap construction skills?"
"Ways around it. Qualified firm bids, takes commission, subs it out..."
Money talks. Connections seal it.
"Text me this weekend? Gotta run, but waiting on you, Ah-yeon."
Kang spilled company secrets like bragging rights, then bailed with weekend promise lingering. Bora plopped in his chair, rifling his PC shamelessly.
"Yoon, Junior!"
Hit a snag? She hit up accounting.
"Manager Kang tasked me—help?"
Yoon, who'd seen her cozy with Kang, jumped in no questions.
"But... starting next week, so..." Yoon whispered like top secret.
"Watch Manager Kang. Grabby hands."
"Oh no! Thanks. I'm clueless about the world."
"You seem so pure, Bora."
"Yeah, always called naive. Lucky there's nice guys like you."
Bora bowed deep in thanks. Yoon's pupils blew wide, face flushing.
"ERP like this... bank site, cert... ugh, can I even?"
Bora whined girlishly.
"Like that, then here..." Yoon guided patiently.
"Oh no! My stocking ripped... can't go out like this!"
She snagged a run with her nail, freaking like apocalypse.
"I'll grab some."
"Really? You're the best! Weekend free? Got personal questions..."
"Y-yeah! Totally!"
Yoon locked weekend plans, bounced for stockings thrilled.
Alone, Bora scoured Yoon's PC—bank logged in, jackpot. She handled it like a hacker, zipping files to USB from her bag.
Yoon back? She kept him dazed, snagged the USB leisurely.
Not a bad day for Yoon either. Hot Bora changing stockings right there? Plenty of fap fuel tonight.