Undercover

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PS: This book was literally written YEARS ago and was in my drafts but i thought why not post this lol so yeah carry on.

CHAPTER 1

"He's heading in your direction, Collins!"

Hemmings said through the earpiece. I quickly grabbed my gun from the holster and prepared myself.
I hid behind a bookshelf and pulled the safety of my handgun in my arms. I positioned myself for a good aim and focused on the door. Moments later the door knob moved. I prepared myself for what is to come and suddenly-

"You're dead." A voice said behind me. I dropped my gun in defeat and felt disappointed in myself.

An alarm went off and more lights turned back on in the training grounds.
"There are other ways to get to the other rooms you know." Hemmings, my partner, told me as he placed his gun on the table. I sighed doing the same thing with my gun. "Hey, don't worry. It's just stress getting to you." Hemmings said to me with a smile. I smiled back at him but I still felt disappointed that I screwed up. This past week was stressful for me and it looked like it had affected my job performance as well.

I went to the ladies room to recompose myself.

I washed my face and stared at the mirror.

I look tired. I thought to myself. My ponytail is a mess because of training and my eyes are dull. The bags under my eyes are visible too. I sighed. Suddenly I heard a voice outside the bathroom,
"Collins! Office. Now." Our chief, David Beckham, called out from the outside. Shit. I quickly fixed myself and went out.

"You want to see me?" I quietly said as I entered his office.
"Take a seat." Chief said while gesturing the unoccupied seat in front of him. I sat down at the comfy chair and examined his office table. It's a little cluttered.

"I have an assignment for you." He said while fishing out some files in the drawers of his table. I looked at him confused. "This man," he continued and gave me a folder with a file in it, I opened the folder and read it's content.

At the top right of the paper was a picture of a young man with curly hair and green eyes. I must say that he is rather good looking but I'm not gonna dwell into that thought. I proceeded to read his personal information.

Name: Harry Edward Styles
Birthday: 1st of February, 1994, Redditch Worcestershire, England, United Kingdom. Age: 24 Bla bla bla..

Styles? The name sounds familiar.
I continued reading.

It's just about himself and some private information but I'm not gonna read all that. Maybe later.
"So what kind of assignment is this?" I asked to fill my curiosity.
"I need you to find out what he is planning on doing with his father's company."
"His father's company?" I asked out of curiosity. "His father is Desmond Styles, the president and CEO of Styles, Inc." So that's why he sounds familiar. "So," Chief continued, "As you know that Desmond retired and he entitled his son to be president and CEO of the company." I nodded, I didn't know that but wow, he's only 24 and he's already a CEO of a multi-billion company.
"So what do you exactly want me to do?" I asked again not knowing what the assignment was. "I want you to be undercover and prevent him from making his father's company go bankrupt." Beckham said sternly.

I read the file again and noticed that he had some nasty records here, well it's not that bad but for someone that is handling a company, it would mean a scandal.
"What do you mean by undercover?" I asked.
"You will act as his assistant and make sure that he will make the company good and also keep him safe." Chief said with caution. He knows I don't do these kinds of assignments.
I sighed, and fell back on the chair. It feels like babysitting. Out of all the people, why me?

"You have experience in the business world, Collins. And out of all the agents that are available, you are the most qualified." He said. Out of all the agents that were available? What's that supposed to mean? I glared at my supervisor and he let out a little chuckle.
It's just some undercover work and I have plenty of experience in that field. I mean not to brag but I'm one of the best here to be honest. But I'm a little disappointed that they have given me an easy assignment. I feel like I'm babysitting him for Christ's sake!

"Well alright then." Chief said while smiling at me. Now that I think about it, Chief is really handsome despite his age. He's like 30-something but he looks younger to be honest. He has brown hair but you can see a hint of gray hair, a strong jaw line, straight nose and he has really amazing gray eyes that looked like it has seen everything. I wonder what kind of missions he had experienced. Chief was a private agent back in his day and he was one of the best and that's why he became chief here in IMF.

"Agent Collins." Chief snapped me back to reality. I realized I spaced out and I quickly stood up and compose myself.

"Your mission, should you choose to-"
"No." I cut him off. He knows I don't like easy jobs like this. I am one of his best because of the risk I was willing to take and now he gives me this bullshit.
"Alexandria." He said to me with a stern look. I was a little shock, he only says my first name when we are not at work. He must be serious here. But I'm still not taking the assignment.
"You are our best agent here and I know you're just taking this lightly but it's gotta be you who will take this." Chief said with a serious look in his face. 

"How about Hemmings? He's new here and he need the experience." I suggested.
"I've got another offer for him and besides, we got Intel that Styles had made quite some enemies before and his father wanted him to be safe at all cause. " He said his eyes narrowed at me. I gave him a confused look, "what kind of enemies?" I asked. "That's the part that we are about to find out. Along with protecting him, you will gather intelligence on why he is being targeted. We suspect that his past actions has got to do something with this." Chief said.

"Maybe they're just jealous of him getting the company." I told him not.

"Maybe so, but Desmond Styles still insisted on having the best security he can get for his son." Chief said pointedly at me.

At least it's not purely babysitting..

 With a loud sigh I stood up. Well this is just an undercover job and I only get to gather intel on the guy, it's not fun at all but it's still my job.

"Now," he cleared his throat, "your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves going undercover and gather intel from Styles while protecting him from harm."

He gave me smile and I went out with the folder in my hand intending to read more information about this Harry Styles I'm gonna be "assisting".

Great.

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