Protecting Jonathan

CHAPTER 2

                       NATALIE

After an unsuccessful night of sleep, here I am dragging myself to my ex-husband's office. I walk up to the pretty brunette sitting at the secretary's desk, filing her nails. To make matters worse, she's also chewing gum most horribly.
I'm not in the mood for all of that this morning. I walk up to her with a smile on my face, "good morning, I'm here to see Agent Robertson." In most of saying that, she kept popping her gum out loud above my words and didn't look up from where she sat.
I put both hands on her desk and leaned forward, forcing her to have no choice but to look up. Through gritted teeth, I spat, "pick up the phone and kindly tell Agent Robertson that his wife is here."
Without taking her eyes off me, she picked up the phone and dialed his extension. I can hear his voice through the phone, "your wife is here to see you." she said to him after he answered. He hung up. Just as I am about to give her a lesson in personal hygiene and respect, Michael opens the door. We both simultaneously turned our heads in his direction.
My my, he sure does look good in his pressed suit. My mind immediately drifted into the gutter, but I shook it off. I really need to get laid. He wordlessly gestured to me to enter his office. I gave his assistant one last glare before walking past him and into his office.
As soon as he closes the door. I said, "you need to get a new assistant." he chuckled as he took a seat behind his desk. "I'm more than happy to give you the job if you think u can do a better job,"

"I think we both agree; being an assistant is a little over my pay grade," I replied. He just nodded in agreement.

"Do you still drink tea?" he asked before reaching for his telephone. I whispered my response, "yes," he winked before telling his assistant to bring two cups of tea.
"Please remind her to wash her hands before touching the mugs with her freshly manicured hands.

After she brought our cups and left after being thanked. I got straight to the point. "So, what job do you have for me?"

He took a couple of sips from his tea before saying, "I'm heading up a task force in Las Vegas to capture a man funding terrorism all over the world. His name is Jared Pierce," he typed out on his computer, pulling up Jared's file.

After reading through his file, I'd have to say I'm impressed and horrified as well. Knowing that he was willing to kill women and children or drugging him before sell them to the highest bidder, the worst of it all was the slavery ring he started.

There is a bullet with his name on it. Turning my gaze on Michael, I asked, "When do we start?"

JONATHAN

As soon as I got home yesterday, we celebrated Laura's graduation in Garcia's style. It is perfect to have her back home. Having my men drive back and forth from Jersey and back was a lot of wasted time to get the job done.

I walk into my office with a cup of coffee, ready to start the day. As soon as I sat down, Will decided to barge in. Without saying a word, he helped himself with my coffee by taking a big gulp then throwing himself on one of the chairs in front of my desk.
"Dramatic much?" I asked with an arched brow.

"Houston, we have a problem." was his response. I rolled my eyes while firing up my computer. Typing in my username and password, I skimmed through my emails, finding the one I was looking for; he said, "Pierce is here," my whole body tensed. My index finger paused mid-air, hovering over the enter key of my keyboard.

Pierce is here kept playing in my head. Over and over again. Slowly turning my head around to look at the right-hand man, I asked in a bare whisper, " what do you mean here?"

"I mean here in America, Vegas, to be specific." His plane landed two hours ago. He is staying at the Delamare."
"Will, get the jet ready; it looks like we're going to Vegas."