Love or Hate?

"THE ASSIGNMENT"

OLIVIA'S POV

Having a detective for a father has perks that is to only such an extent.

These past years training under Sir Cole Jackson (CJ) has been tough, I'd say the blood, sweat and tears were worth it but come on!

"My second case, sure as hell will be more memorable than the first" I cross my arms and pout.

"Knowing that you hate him, gives me the feeling that nothing could go wrong"

Great.

My assignment is to go under cover as a photographer and befriend a woman named Sophia for she is suspected in the involvement of a heist which occurred over a week ago.

She had a partner who was caught in the act but with no money.

All I have to do is find the location of the assets and sniff out a confession from her.

Thanks to my eager ass begging for a new case Sir; my dad answered my prayers and here I am packing my suitcase.

"Dad, I could book my own-"

"No, his father is one of my trusted friends and he was happy to help... something about it being a good lesson for his son..."

"If he does anything that breaks the law-" I stop my brother Oliver by giving him a hug and give the two men in my lives a salute.

"I'd be sure to call the best lawyer in the city" I state cheerily referring to my brother.

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I have an inside woman named Victoria. She is the manager of the modelling firm who has been informed that I am working undercover.

You could say my interview was a success.

This sure is 'L. Corps', my new workplace.

Having been a long day with all the introducing of my colleagues I drive to my new temporary home. Not far from the company and to the most luxurious stay in the city.

Catching my room number at the receptionist she eyes me down and scoffs. Weirdo.

The elevator finally makes it stop on level 'I lost it's count' and so I begin rolling my suitcase down the hall and enter through the already open door.

A fucking penthouse is what this is. White marble tiled floors reflecting the dark toned curtains that framed the overly large windows and polished furniture. A chrome chandelier hanging in its amidst sparkling to perfection.

To my left was a door and beside it was a full set kitchen; caviar cabinets along with a grey stone island.

In the center was a lounge and to my right another bedroom door it seemed and then in the far corner stairs that disappeared to...Jupiter.

Opening the door that was to my left I settle upon taking in the Callum white walls and accents of the furniture in hues of navy. Not bad-

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, ooh baby!" Moans could be heard outside my door. It began getting louder and louder until the door slams open and in tumbles a man carrying a hippo in his arms.

"What the fuck!" The man states while placing the woman down and fully facing me.

Fuck! Who is this Greek god and what has he done to skinny old Damon Levon...