Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Weight of a Camouflage

Alexander stared at Stephen taking a brief moment to let the master trainer’s heavy explanation settle in his mind "So does that mean I actually did well?" asked Alexander.

"We explicitly listened to every single word you said inside that booth" stated Stephen crossing his massive arms over his chest "and I’m definitely not the only evaluator around here.

Here is your final scorecard by the way.

Oh and in case you were wondering all the other cubicles around you were completely empty today.

We purposely set it up that way so absolutely nobody ever knows who entered who took the test or who officially passed the evaluation.

Every single trainee leaves at a completely different time and with a calculated time delay so nobody else will ever know your results.

Only you."

Stephen reached into his jacket pulling out a heavy sealed manila envelope and tossing it onto the table.

Alexander picked it up tearing the top edge open.

He pulled out the crisp sheet of paper inside his eyes immediately scanning down the official breakdown.

At the very top his official rank was printed in bold dark ink: AGENT GRADE: A+

Right beneath the main rank his individual performance metrics were listed: [FIELD PERFORMANCE METRICS] Adaptation Capacity: S+ Operational Versatility: S+ Personality Mimicry: S+ Learning & Retention Rate: S+

Alexander frowned his eyes darting between the individual perfect scores and the final grade.

If every single operational metric explicitly stated an S+ why the hell was his overall final rank capped at a mere A+?

Stephen instantly noticed the subtle shift in his expression "Do you honestly want to know why you are only an A+ and not a full S+?" asked Stephen.

Alexander simply nodded his head keeping his eyes locked onto the trainer.

"Because you have absolutely no loyalty kid" stated Stephen his voice dropping to a cold razor-sharp whisper "You are entirely too explosive and you are far too unpredictable.

Your evaluation didn’t just start today as it explicitly began the exact moment you arrived at this facility.

When you fucked your aunt you handled the entire assignment like an absolute professional—which is incredibly rare around here.

That specific initial trial automatically filters out over seventy-five percent of all new applicants because not everyone has what it takes to cross that line and fuck a family member.

Your psychological reaction right after you finished with her was solid giving you a baseline evaluation of A-."

Stephen stepped closer leaning his massive frame over the table to look Alexander dead in the eye "But what truly damages your final evaluation is the fact that we can’t read you at all" stated Stephen openly "You are exactly like a chameleon capable of adapting yourself entirely too well to any given situation.

I’ll tell you this straight up—there were multiple votes cast explicitly against you during the committee review.

I had to manually use my personal override power to force your approval through.

Don’t you dare make a fool out of me kid.

And do yourself a massive favor: stay the hell away from Julian and the Sinclair family.

The massive forces backing them are currently locked in a brutal conflict and right now you are nothing more than a tiny completely disposable pawn in their game."

Alexander checked his card one last time before tucking it securely into his pocket "Thank you Stephen" said Alexander nodding respectfully "I will definitely follow your advice."

As he turned away he casually glanced down at his wristwatch to check the time.

His eyes widened instantly as the digital numbers came into focus: it was 9:37 PM.

He had less than twenty-three minutes left before his scheduled meeting and he was currently miles away from both his hotel and the target destination.

A sudden wave of panic hit him like a physical blow.

Without another word Alexander spun around on his heel and began sprinting down the concrete corridor toward the exit "Hey!

Where the hell are you going in such a massive rush?" yelled Stephen his deep voice echoing down the hallway.

Alexander skidded to a halt looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes "I have an active assignment tonight" said Alexander his breath already turning ragged "I am completely utterly late."

Stephen frowned waving him backward with a dismissive shake of his hand "Get your ass into a quick shower right now" ordered Stephen "I’ll go grab you a fresh set of clean clothes from the back.

You absolutely cannot show up to a client looking like a disheveled mess."

"Thank you" stated Alexander.

He dashed into the locker room stripped off his sweaty gear and turned the shower handle to maximum.

He washed his body at lightning speed paying extra attention to thoroughly cleaning his groin; since he had just finished screwing Aria he absolutely could not afford to leave any lingering odors or trace fluids before meeting his actual client.

As he was rinsing off Stephen casually walked into the shower stalls tossing a bundle of neatly folded garments onto the dry bench.

He glanced over at Alexander’s frame nodding in mild approval "You definitely don’t have a bad dick on you kid" said Stephen a rough chuckle escaping his chest "With just a little bit more of our specialized conditioning women are literally going to be begging you for mercy."

Instead of flinching or trying to cover himself up Alexander stood up completely straight.

He proudly pushed his chest out and jutted his pelvis forward a fraction flaunting his size with absolute confidence "Of course they will" said Alexander a sharp arrogant smirk flashing across his face "They are absolutely going to learn to kneel before me."

Both men burst into a loud echoing laugh.

Alexander shut off the water aggressively dried himself with a towel and threw on the clean clothes in a desperate frantic blur of motion.

There were exactly seven minutes left on the clock.

He sprinted out of the underground facility threw himself into the driver’s seat of his car and slammed his foot entirely down on the accelerator.

The tires screeched violently against the asphalt as the vehicle shot out into the city streets.

Driving like a complete madman Alexander blasted through multiple red lights aggressively drifted around tight corners and pushed the engine to its absolute limits weaving through the late-night traffic in a desperate race against the ticking clock.