Don't You Rain on MY Parade! (Updyke x Reader)

Chapter 10: Back to Work

Hey everyone! Can I just say... OML Y'ALL ARE TOO SWEET! Thank you so much for being supportive! You have no idea how it feels when people say they care about you when times are tough. Y'all get a hug! *digital hugs* I love y'all so much. XX

Your POV

Meep meep meep!

"Ugh...." I groan as I slap my alarm. "Here we go again."

I rub my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a bit before crawling out of bed.

I get ready for the day and get dressed in a white button-down shirt loosely tucked into high-waisted black dress pants.

(I drew this. I was bored.)

I grab my purse, kiss B/M on the cheek, and rub D/N's belly before walking out to wait on Archie.

Lo and behold, he comes. He's wearing all his tactical gear today.

"What's with the weapons? Should I be scared?" I tease.

He laughed and patted the gun strapped to his side, "Only if you provoke me. I have to go to work, too. Mostly just standing by the various doors, but since I'm one of the, quote, "higher-ups", I am sent to go wherever my squad is sent off too."

I stare and nod my head, realizing something very serious.

He works for Updyke... If something happens Updyke could tell him to kill me and he would... in multiple ways. I have to be careful.

He opened the door for me and I hop inside, buckling myself up. He hops in the driver's seat and seems to notice my distress.

"Hey... about the whole killing you thing... You don't have to be scared. I don't want you to think of me as a killer... even though essentially that's what I am... but please don't be scared of me!"

I look at him with pity, "Of course not. I know you won't hurt me." You will if it was your job.

He smiled and started the car. For the rest of the drive, I had thoughts racing around my head. There was something big going on right beneath my nose, and I was going to find out. This Friday was my last chance.

Archie noticed the awkward silence and spoke up, "So... I never asked... how old are you?"

I look up at him, "(Your age or if you're a minor, 18). You?"

He grinned, "Thirty. Been in this job for 5 years. Joined TGG when I was nineteen." He puffed out his chest proudly.

I giggle at his childishness. It's hard to believe a guy as sweet and funny as him could ever have the gut to kill someone. Wait- why am I thinking of him like this?

I look at his face. It was very attractive.