Ophelia
The wind blew through my hair as I took my helmet off. I sighed and stared at the haunted-looking double story house in front of me. I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. I tapped my foot impatiently. I'm supposed to meet my ‘retired friend' so I can get the references to apply as an advisor for his royal highness.
The door opened and I was met with what seemed like a very petrified man who looked about 50ish. He nervously and skittishly beckoned me to come in. I sighed and walked in. “D-do you w-ant so-some tea m-miss?” he asked, looking down. Boss must've showed him the video, sucks to be him. “No, just bring me the files. Now.” I said in a demanding voice which caused him to flinch. I sort of felt bad for him, I mean he's gotten involved with the government assassins, who wouldn't feel bad.
He ran quickly up some stairs to get the files while I just mess with the ring on my finger, something I do when I'm bored or nervous and I'm definitely not nervous. He came downstairs with a file that looked about as thick as a wooden door. It seemed heavy but I picked it up in one hand, making it seem like it weighed nothing. I signalled him to open the door and he quickly did. I hopped onto my bike, placing the files on my lap and strapping it there. I turned to the nervous man in the doorway of the house and said “Thanks, and I suggest you get out of this as soon as you can. You don’t want to be involved with the government business”
He seemed to stare at me with shock and awe, probably from being able to hold this file with ease. He nodded while I put my helmet back on and revved the engine. I grinned under the helmet, knowing I was going to make this drive very fun.
Once I got back to my apartment, I unlocked my door and walked in. I dropped the file on my dinner table and went back to my door to lock it. I quickly whipped up some eggs on toast and got to reading the references.
So apparently, I am going in as an accounting graduate, 25 years old, single and Mexican-American. Not that great but it'll do. I finished my toast and went to my room to pick out an outfit for the interview. I decided on black trousers, a white shirt and a black blazer, knowing it would be better if I wore something formal.
I decided to call it a night and go to sleep soon after picking my outfit, knowing that I am going to need to practice my acting in the morning.
William
After lunch I went back up to my room to pass some time. An idea popped into my head halfway through reading. I should try to identify who the assassin is. Yeah, then I can get close to them and it'll be easier for them to kill me!
“Uh sir? Are you alright?” I almost jumped at the unfamiliar voice. It was the butler that called me for lunch. “Yes, why do you ask?” I said, regaining my composure. “Well, you started smiling and the book is upside down, so I doubt it has got anything to do with the book.” He explained. I looked at the book and it was indeed upside down. “Don’t worry about it, I was just thinking.” I replied. He looked at me sceptically before adding “Her highness the queen has asked that you go to her quarters after dinner.”
After he left, I let out a sigh before my mind started working. Oh no, what if she found out about my plan? What if she increases security? That’s not good. I tried to calm myself down and you may think I'm overreacting but there is a lot more to this than just my sister getting married. At the moment, there are many people who want me dead, excluding the government, and will stop at nothing to make it happen. So, logically it would be better if I knew when, or roughly when, so I could sort out the will, and write my goodbyes.
After dinner, I went to my mothers’ room. I knocked twice on the door and I heard a muffled ‘come in', so I did just that. I saw my mother sitting at her desk with a warm smile. She pointed at the chair in front of her desk, telling me to sit down. I fiddled with my thumbs, like a nervous child that just broke something, and waited to hear the news.
“Alright, William, I know you don’t want an advisor, and I don’t want to force you into anything but, you are obligated to have one and I think we have the perfect candidate.” Mother said with a warm smile, while passing me a page, that sort of looks like an ID
Ophelia Gold
Born:1996
Age:25
Occupation: Accounting Graduate, looking for job
Level of study: Top of her grade, 6 years
Family: Mother-Dead
Father-Unknown
Siblings-None
Physical description
Heterochromia: Left eye-blue
Right eye-hazel
White hair (dyed)
5’6/ 167.64cm
I thought about it before I realised. This is perfect. She's the one! She's the assassin! And she's coming in as my advisor, this is great. I made my expression as neutral as possible and said “Alright Mother, I'll let her be my advisor.” My mother grinned happily.
That night, I went to bed with a smile on my face. Excited for what’s going to happen next.
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Assassination gone...?
Kısa HikayeThe royal family is going bankrupt and the main suspect is the current king. The government gets an anonymous information donation and request to make the current king vanish.
