ANDRIETTE LOUISE DE VERA
"Louise, I need you to come here. Now" his voice drifted off from my earpiece.
"Roger"
With practiced presicion I hopped on my bike, revved it a few times, before taking off. The air blew my jet black hair wildly behind me, getting all tangled in the process. Cars and people were all a blur of colors as I zoomed pass, my eyes zeroed straight ahead of me.
Making a sharp turn that made the tires screech in protest, I entered the familiar tall black gates that I have grown accustomed to.
Taking off my helmet, I ran my fingers over my hair a few times, a very futile attempt at taming my knotted hair. With a huff of frustration, I placed my helmet on the seat, securing it before walking away. There's no use in untangling my birds nest of a hair. Blame it on my Mama's genes.
As I walked, a tall, intimidating building came into my line of vision, it's interior a color of rich silver and black.
My loud footsteps garnered attention. Attention that I liked. And attention that I deserved. Agents from different sectors greeted me with either a smile, or a small, strict head nod.
Usually, I'll greet them too, maybe even wave a little if I was in a good mood. But today, the way Executive director called me, it was either something bad happened, or someone had managed to fuck up a mission that I'll be fixing.
And I hope it's none of those.
Banging on the door with my signature knock that the director had somehow memorized, I entered his office, not waiting for an affirmative to enter.
Files and empty coffee cups littered his table. Some even littering his pristine floors that he always cleaned.
He stayed up. Again.
"Sit down,agent"
The tittle calling. Ah, fuck.
The Director never calls me agent unless we're in a formal gathering. It was like an unspoken rule between us.
That and the fact that my father and the Director are the best of friends.
No favoritism though.
"Yes Director?" And at times like this, I wouldn't dare call him uncle or by his name. It hits different when he's in 'Director mode'
"I have a job for you. And it involves leaving the team" He eyed me, like he was expecting a reaction.
And Yes, He got one all right.
"What? with all due respect, Director I know I have earned the spot. I've been working on it for years and you know it. What changed?" Not a smart move on my part. And I'm not exactly proud that I lost my temper in such a small amount of time, But it's unfair! How would you feel if you were so close to getting what you've always wanted and then in a blink of an eye, it disappears?
Gone! Just, poof! Everything winks out of existence!
All years of hard work gone to waste.
"I understand where you're coming from. Really, I do. But this particular client asked for the best. And I knew you would be perfect for the job" The Director consoled. It did make me a little better that he had entrusted me with this job in fulfilling the client's expectations. Getting a compliment from the Director is like winning the lottery. No joke, he never gives compliments.
"May I ask what the job is?" And that's where he faltered. Avoiding eye contact and a gulp, I knew I wouldn't like this.
The job hasn't even started and I'm starting to hate it already.
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FEMALE LEAD SERIES BOOK 1: HIRED GUN
Storie d'amoreWhen Mr. De Leon gets ambushed and attacked left and right, he finally gives in and hires a body guard. But after some time, he finds himself getting captured in his body guard's dark eyes and strong personality. What could he say? It's not everyday...
