one-shots

Imagine 45

Sequel to imagine 43, read that to understand this

I walk into my office, eyes glued to the document in my hand. There's this client that has been very difficult with me and truly being a pain in my *ss. He doesn't come to any of our appointments and my employees have been sending me complains about him threatening them, yet every time I try to listen to the recorded calls I end up not finding them. I sit down on my desk chair and sigh, throwing all the documents on my desk. I massage my tempels, closing my eyes. I want to murder this man so badly, but no, I have to handle it professionally. I know there's something fishy about him, the few times I met him he was being suspicious as hell and the fact I can't find any of the phone calls he has had with my employees and personal assistant also says a lot.

I look up at the red light on my desk indicating my personal assistant has something to say. "Yes, Sarah?",
"I'm sorry to call you so early miss/sir, but there's a visitor here for you", I frown. I am not expecting anyone special for 3 full days. "Should I let them in?", she asks, her voice gentle. "Was the visitor checked?",
"Yes, twice",
"Alright then, let them in", 3 seconds after I hang up I hear a knock on my door. "Come in", I sit up straight trying to come over as a professional boss, but my cover crumbles once I see who my mysterious visitor is. "Hello y/n, long time no see", I stand up blinking twice. It's the mysterious person I had a dance with 2 months ago at the gala, the one who knew my name and left abruptly. "What..", I whisper before shaking my head. I have to stay professional. "My apologies,", I begin sitting down again. "I wasn't expecting any visitors today, especially not you. Can I help you with something?", I sit up straight in my chair, looking at them with an professional smile on my face. I hope they can't hear my racing heart. I haven't gotten them off my mind after our dance and I would lie if I said they didn't look just as good as 2 months ago. "Getting straight to the point I see. I like that", they smirk slowly walking into my office and sitting down on one of the chairs in front of me. "I have heard that you have been dealing with a difficult client, is that right?",
"Yes", I answer slowly, confused once again how this stranger knows something I never told them. "Well, I'm here to handle that client for you. He's not just a regular person, but someone very dangerous", they start their face serious now. "I've been trying to get him, but I didn't have the information I needed. But you, y/n, have exactly all the information about him that I need to finally catch him",
"Are you a cop or something?", they look out the window behind me. I can see them struggling to suppress a smile. "Kind of",
"Kind off?? What even is your name?", I lean forward on my desk, confused and frustrated now. "My name is t/n and I mean I'm not a cop, but I work anonymously, catch bad guys and that kind of stuff",
"The FBI?",
"Yea- the FBI, yes",
"Where's your badge?", they freeze, but just for a second before looking at me again, looking calmly. "I left it in the car, since I didn't want to scare any of your employees, but if you want I can get it",
"No, it's fine", I sigh logging into my computer and printing out the document full of the *sshole his personal information.

I walk back to my desk and they stand up, giving me a small smile, the same one they gave me at the gala and I can feel my insides turning. They still are so unbelievable gorgeous it makes me mad. Once I give them the documents they give me one last thank you and 'maybe we'll meet again' before walking to the door. I call their name out before I can stop myself and they turn around frowning. "Why did you leave that day so suddenly- and how did you know my name?", They look down to the floor, a smile- with teeth and all- appears on their face making them even more magnificent. "Let's say it has something to do with my job, that's why I left and knew your name", they look up at me again, that same smile still there. "Have a nice day, y/n", they stare at me for a couple seconds too long before turning around and walking out the door, leaving me shocked and confused once again.