Black Butterfly || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

4 - An Apology

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"Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood."

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"This is him," Agent Kenobi dropped a thin file onto the desk, before sitting in the chair straight across from me.

I opened the file and my eyes landed on a handsome blonde with piercing blue eyes, "Anakin Skywalker," I mumbled his name as I began to read through the very little facts they had about him, "What exactly do you suspect he's guilty of?" I asked, not seeing anything about it in the paperwork.

"We have reason to believe he's using his clubs to launder money, there's no way he's making as much as he is off of drunken imbeciles." He slid  the file from me and closed it with a heavy sigh, "And his name has come up quite a few times over the past couple of years from the mouths of others involved in laundering, but not a single soul has handed us enough to warrant an arrest."

I nodded as I leaned back in the chair, "How do you think he's getting all this money then? Drugs?" That's how most of these crime lords earn their keep, illegal drug distributions. There are many other ways as well, but that one had to be at the top of the list.

Kenobi sighed as he rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his temples, soothing a headache with closed eyes, "I don't know, that's what you'll be going in to find out. Your job is to gain proof that not all the money he's bringing in is from the clubs earnings, and also how he's getting these large amounts of money."

"I can do that," I assured him, although I'll admit I was nervous to take on such an important task, but this was my opportunity to prove myself so I was going to give it my all, "And how much extra earnings are we talking?"

Kenobi opened his eyes and met mine with a stern gaze, "Millions Mrs.(y/l/n), this man is racking up millions."

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The busy night was finally over, but the harder part was yet to come, and it's what I was dreading the most; the clean-up.

Piett had disappeared upstairs to his own office with the receipts that noted all the clubs earrings from today. I was itching to drop everything and go up there for a little investigating, to see if I can somehow gain proof that they're fabricating their books. But I couldn't just yet, not only was it too early to make a move as big as that—since I'm sure that by being new I'm being watched like a hawk—but also because Aaron was here and I couldn't risk being noticed poking my nose where it doesn't belong.

He was walking around the club; collecting the glass cups and placing them in a gray bin. He would occasionally travel to the back kitchen area and empty the bin into the sinks for the dishwashers, before returning to get more. I still didn't understand why they won't use plastic disposable cups; it'd be one hell of a time saver, and a lot less inconvenient. Besides, who would want to drink from a cup that hundreds have drunk out of previously?

But as Aaron did that, I was behind the bar; cleaning the glass counter that had just about every alcohol in the club spilt onto it. Even the sweets ones, leaving an annoying sticky residue on certain spots.