CHAPTER 111- THE SLUT YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND

CHAPTER 111- THE SLUT YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND
Harry was pacing the floor of his apartment, panicking. Kiya has released the video that Asher paid him for. She has now released it to the agency, and once Asher finds out, it might not end well for him.

All through the week, he had worked on getting a visa to leave the country to go stay with a cousin of his that lives abroad. He has finalised most things; he was just waiting for Asher to agree to wire the money, which he finally did. Now this Kiya has gone to ruin it all.

He got a message from their supervisor that they were going to invite Asher to the agency for questioning, and he knew that they'd reveal to him the video and he would definitely snitch on him.

Out of panic, he called the PI to let him know he would give them the name of the other agent on the condition that it stays between them and Asher wouldn't sell him out to the NBI.

It was already late, so the PI said that would be tomorrow morning, but he would send Asher a mail to notify him.

He packed up his things and booked his tickets. He wanted to ensure he was out of the country with the first flight. At least, before the NBI finds out he has any role to play in this, if they ever find out, he would be across the world at a place where they had no jurisdiction.

He kept tossing and turning on the bed , trying to fall asleep and failing miserably at it. He decided to go through the documents that contain the update on the Asher case, and it turns out his predictions were wrong; Asher isn't the one responsible, but instead it's his mother.

Also, it looks like Kiya had been pulled from the case. According to the notes of the supervisor, after tomorrow, she is to be kept at the safe house, and she is not to be placed on the case anymore because apparently she is now biased towards the whole situation.

He checked and saw that Kiya wasn't copied on the mail that contains this information, and he smirked. At least what he wished for has come to pass; she has been kicked off the case. Surely the supervisor must have found her doing something suspicious, or maybe he found out she withheld evidence; he couldn't guess what the reason was, as the supervisor didn't put any.

It probably wasn't any reason that's such a big deal considering she is not being demoted or punished in any way, but he'll take the little win. Too bad he won't be at the office to see the look on her beautiful but miserable face.

But he will make sure it's a video call where he gets to tell Asher that the whore he calls a girlfriend is the undercover agent working for the NBI and she was just using him all along despite how he spoilt her. He would enjoy seeing the look on Asher's face; at least that would bring him some form of satisfaction. If only he could also see the look on Kiya's face when Asher confronts her.

After he was done, he was finally starting to feel sleepy, so he headed to bed.

Harry barely slept for long when his alarm woke him up at exactly 7am. He hurried to his desk and dialled the PI's number via a video call.

"So, how much do you want?" The PI asked.

Harry had decided he'll just settle for Asher not telling on him to the NBI, but he knew if he said that, the PI could get suspicious that something is up and he is just trying to save his head, so he simply said, "I'll take a million dollars and an agreement that no one will know I've had any dealings with you and your client."

"You must be kidding," the PI says. "One million dollars is a lot; you flatter yourself if you think my client is that desperate for this information that he would pay that amount of money."

"Well, we should be having this meeting with Mr Smith himself then; he might think otherwise," Harry retorted.

The PI chuckled as he responded, "You're in luck; Mr Smith just texted me, so I would add him to the call."

Immediately as Asher joined the call, the PI updated him on Harry's request, and Asher literally burst out in laughter.

Harry was now fuming with anger.

"You really are a gold digger and an opportunist," Asher said. "If you think I'm going to pay you that amount of money for a little information like what you have for me, you surely don't know me, Mr Harry. You can shove that information up your ass. Let the NBI come after me; I assure you, they won't find anything. Well, they would have, but I've paid you to make sure that doesn't happen."

Just as Asher was about to drop off the call, Harry quickly spoke up; he knew he had a lot to lose if Asher mentioned his name to the NBI, so he quickly blurted out, "Hold on, I'll settle for another hundred thousand dollars and an agreement that our dealings would never get out."

Asher thought about it for a minute, then he accepted. "Fine, I can work with that. So, who is the other agent, Mr Harry?"

"Not so fast, Mr Smith. How am I sure you will keep your end of the deal once I give you a name?"

Asher responded, his voice irritated. "You are a detective, yet you know nothing about me because if you knew me well enough, you'd know I am a man of honour and I always keep my word, so you have nothing to worry about as long as you play your own part."

"Okay, fine, it's Agent Kiya." Harry said.

Asher's face took on one of utter shock, and then, as though he hadn't heard well, he shook his head and said, "Please come again; I didn't hear you clearly."

A smirk found its way to Harry's face as he said again, slowly this time, "It is Agent Kiya, or as you may know it, Kiya, the slut you call your girlfriend."