Chapter 8 Don't plan on being with him

Hazel's POV  I knew very well what it meant being bait and that was something I had tried avoiding even when with Josie. Being a bait had never ended well; even my late mom told me the story of her sister who had died, unfortunately, by being a bait. That aside, it was not only extremely risky but also, my life would always be in danger. For one, I don't have plans of being with Arnold for more than a year.  By this time next year, I would be out of here enjoying the sun in Miami with my cool cash. Why, then, do I want to get involved in his dirty business? "Hazel?" Damien called and I flashed him a fake smile. Noticing that I hadn't been listening to him, he repeated everything with a frown. "Your job is to drug Mr Frank and get the chip, which is usually kept in his golden drawer," Damien explained as the girl sat me down and began bringing out their tools. "How do I get him to notice me?" This question bugged me. I understood what was expected of me, but how was I supposed to seduce