Foreign - Eren J

Prologue

"L/n."

You stop in your tracks, slowly backing up to where the sound of your name came from. You stop in front of your boss's door, slowly walking into the familiar atmosphere. The smell of sage and old books entering your air way, the sound of papers printing. Your boss was looking up through her glasses holding multiple files in her slim hands. She sets down the set of files pointing to you then the chair signaling for you to sit.

You pull the chair out from under the desk holding down your pencil skirt while lowering yourself down onto the hard chair, smoothing out your skirt. Your boss has her hands held together, looking at your every movement.

You clear your throat.

"Yes?"

She separates her hands from each other, her middle finger going to the center of her glasses to push them up. She picks up one of the files she was holding recently and opens the yellow folder, she flicks to a certain page before reading aloud.

"Eren Jaeger shot and killed Floch Forster in New York City, 2:40 am at Paradise Club. Gun used ALFA combat, multiple shots were fired, many people were injured." She sighed after reading the short paragraph. She closes the file placing it flatly on her desk, she places her fingertips in the center of the file slowly sliding it across the desk. She retrieves her hand and takes her glasses off placing them to the side and rubbing her eyes with her index to her left eye and thumb to her right.

You reach your hand out to the file bringing it into your lap before opening its contents, the first page is a picture of Floch lying on the ground liquid and glass around him. You lick your index finger bringing it to the bottom right corner turning the page, the page was filled with multiple pictures of Eren Jaeger from security footage. He was pointing the gun in a specific direction with blood dripping from his forehead with a smirk on his lips.

How can he be so cocky when taking an innocent life?

You were brought out of your thoughts when Yelena shifted in her seat before speaking up.

"Floch was annoying, but he was a good bodyguard and closed many files that were open to investigation. Also he was really on the down low, not many people out of the work force knew who he was. So who would hire E.J. to murder him?"

She was right. Floch was basically invisible, he wasn't really noticed until he made himself present. He lived alone, and never really went out. So what was he doing in a well known club?

"Yes, but why was he out in a club? He rarely goes out."

"Good point." She pushes her rolling chair out with her feet standing up making her way to the shelf behind her desk. She easily reaches for what looks like an electronic device. She presses the ON button and slowly walks over to you with her eyes still stuck to the screen, the blue light radiating off her skin.

She places the tablet in front of you, the screen lit up. The tablet showed a picture of your face ID and personal information on your work force. You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, taking your eyes off the screen looking up at Yelena.

"That is why you, Ms. L/n, have been assigned to get more information on the famous E.J. by being his personal bodyguard. We can not just lose a good worker like that without some information and suspects." She places her big hand on your shoulder with a light smile. While you look at her with pure shock, she removes her hand from your shoulder making her way back to her seat. She man spreads leaning back into the chair.

"You may leave now L/n." She said while picking up her tea cup.

You sit up from the chair, pushing it back under the desk. You open the office door quickly shutting it speed walking down the hall to your office as you were previously before you were interrupted.

You unlock your office door, closing it lightly and locking it again. You slowly sink yourself into the office chair thinking about how risky this mission can be.

A hitman's bodyguard huh?

What. The. Fuck!?