Billie Bossa Nova

2.

Fingers clashing rapidly across the key board was the only thing that could be heard in the span of the large bedroom. The conjoining office had a desk lying in the far east of the king sized bed that had navy blue sheets covering the mattress. The desk, neatly stacked with documentations and files had a lamp in the north corner and the laptop sat at the center.

Morning was just breaking when there was a knock on the door, that opened shortly after it came. He didn't bother looking up, he never did. He knew everyone that came in. If not, then it would most likely be a new maid, which didn't concern him even a bit. They came and went more often than the sun and moon did in the sky. He stopped wondering why that was the case, and figured they were too young and irresponsible to maintain a job for too long anyway.

"Goodmorning, Mr. Rivera," greeted the young lady.

His hazelnut eyes remained on the screen, glasses reflecting the image of a spreadsheet on his laptop. He heard her place something on his nightstand, probably breakfast, before her steps slowly descended. He was almost happy she was gone, but his joy was broken short when she spoke again.

"I'm Natalie, by the way, the new maid."

If he cared, he'd have given her his time of day by throwing a sarcastic remark. What he felt like saying was that he hadn't asked, and didn't care either. Her name, he would forget as soon as he'd heard it. And she would stop being the maid anytime soon, when her young soul found new endeavors to explore that would bring her more pleasure. He silenced, regardless of everything he wanted to say, and continued to work his fingers across the key board.

"Before I go, I should let you know that your father would like to see you."

This time, his eyes flitted to her so briefly that it was only an image of her blonde locks and the red and black uniform that his father makes them wear that he caught sight of. Hers was particularly short, rid up almost midway on her thighs. If he'd looked longer, he'd have noticed the bite of her lip as his eyes rose to her. And perhaps he'd have noticed she had some beauty in her, save for an extraordinarily sharp nose.

"I'll be with him shortly."

He ignored the intake of breath that came from her when he finally spoke. The girl, flushed on the face, spun around and exited the room. He adjusted his glasses, shaking his head as he returned to what he was doing. Young women were all the same.

***

"You're afraid of him."

Finneas lifted his gaze from his computer, eyes landing on Billie who was sitting comfortably on his bed. Like every off day, they were in his room, conversating about nothings and everythings and simply enjoying the other's presence. After all, they had very little time to do that what with the amount of missions they went on separately. This was one of the few they would do together.

"Of who?"

"Adan Rivera," she replied frankly.

He fell back on his chair, crossing his arms with a leg resting over the knee of the other and calmly asked, "What gave you that impression?"

"You're pressure searching." She shrugged. "Last time you did that was with Noah Sivan, and we both know your story with him."

"Noah Sivan was one of the most atrocious serial killers in the twenty first century. Sending my baby sister off as bait to lure him in wasn't exactly comforting."