The chase

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"So. Yes we're going undercover as servants." Fred explained his part of the plan.

Everyone groaned and booed him.

"Is there nothing else that could get into your head?" Swati argued.

"How about we send you in to seduce him Ms Smarty pants?"

"Is that a compliment?"

Fred's whole face including his ears turned red. "I don't know......shut up!" He yelled to the people at the back snickering.

"Hey! Stop it! This is not a kindergarten." I dived in to save Fred.

"This is the best plan we have on hand. Every year Mr Guanaco changes his servants. All of them except the head butlers and maids, who will be conducting the job interviews."

"Jeez. How rich is this guy?" One of the officers asked.

"Rich enough to be a film producer that just acts as cover up for large smugglings."

Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

"You mean into Hollywood?"

"Yep. Now you realise how serious is this?"

Everyone nodded again in agreement.

"So, let me continue." I started again as I read the contents in the files.

"Mr Guanaco will be staying for a month for the Met gala event to meet up with potential directors and actors for his next film. Then he'll return to LA. So he prefers to see new faces in his house to keep everyone unknown and quiet. That's where we step in. Fake portfolios are already prepared by the department. All of you just need get your act together.

This may take few weeks. Tell your families that going on vacations with your colleagues or something. I don't want anyone to mess this up.

Is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Everyone chimed in again.

I stacked up my files and left the fired up room.

The only thing left was to tell Knox after I got home.

"Yo, Voldy. I need to say something."

Gosh. Why am I acting so weird?

"Don't call me that." He said while taking off his tie.

"Well, you call me Chunky."

"Chunky is a cute name. Voldemort is not. I don't have nose slits or bald head."

"You have those stupid magic tricks and shape shifting abilities since high school."

"Don't call magic stupid."

"Ok. Stop stop. Look at us. We're best friends. We're not supposed to be fighting." I told in.

He took in a deep breath. "Yeah you're right. All because of that honey trap. It wasn't really your fault. You just did what your boss told you to." He held my hands.

"You're so sweet Voldy mouldy." I smiled at him as I caressed his cheeks.

"On second thought Voldy mouldy does sound cute." He smirked.

We continued to hold our stares at each other and finally kissed in the flow.

He stopped for a second. "Wait, I thought you had something to say."

"Oh yeah. It's just a small police conference I'm attending for a month or so, so I'll not be home till then."

I kissed him again.

"And this isn't a honey trap." I said as his cheeks flushed red with the same hungry look in his eyes.

He kissed me again deeper with our tongues wrestling.

He pulled away again with a string of saliva connecting our lips. "You sure you want this?" He asked again.

"It's getting a little hot here isn't it?" I pulled open my shirt erotically as I led my fingers down my boobs as his eyes devoured my body.

"Of course I want this." I chuckled as I removed my bra and kissed him again.

I woke up in a daze with my lower back hurting. Yep. Too much yesterday.

Quickly got off the bed, went in for a shower while Knox was still sleeping peacefully. We could go on like this forever or if I said that I really loved him what would happen?

Everything would shatter. Our existing friendship will be broken, things will be awkward between us. The end.

I don't want that.

Things were fine the way they were until he gets caught. Right?

I finally brushed off those thoughts, packed in few things, ate some toast and finally left the house.

"It says you're married here." The head maid, an 80 year old lady with a daunting face said.

"Yes ma'am."

"Where's your husband?"

"He lives in Colorado as a scientist for endangered species."

"Well if he has a job, why aren't you staying with him?"

"We don't agree on many things and we're about to divorce. So in the meantime I'm trying to find a job to support myself rather than staying as a housewife."

She gave a disapproving look.

"You have no higher educational degrees I suppose?"

"No ma'am. My father didn't allow."

She stamped an approval on my portfolio.

"Your job starts now, follow Elizabel." She instructed sharply as she yelled for next.

Elizabel, a plump woman who looked into her 50s and had the radiance of universal mother figure guided me to the changing room.

She introduced herself as the nanny of the household as we walked down the long hall ways with expensive wood works and beautiful murals.

The inside of big house itself kinda reminded me of background pictures of dark academia playlists.

"Here's the changing room for ladies. Make yourself comfortable dear." She smiled sweetly and went off.

Swati was already standing there fully dressed in black and white maid uniform.

"Hello there. Frankie Walker here. Pleased to make acquaintance." I held out my hand as if I was meeting her for the first time.

"Dottie Hatter. Same here." She smiled and shook my hand in return.