Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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AGNES CONTAINED A SMILE— staring at his back as he walked way quickly. "come on, before anyone else has the same idea." he called out for her, in which she followed.
do I have actual feelings for Lockwood? Agnes thought as she walked with her head down. she knew the answer to her rhetorical question. in a million years yes, the answer would always be yes. but within that answer there were a million questions running through the heir's mind. does he like me back? should I engage in these feelings or push away and conceal them and hope that they disappear?
ITS BEST TO STEER AWAY FROM LOVE.
the second half of her brain shrieked, and she knew that it was right. it was dangerous, for now. if her parents ever found out about this romance they'd behead Anthony Lockwood, literally. Anthony Lockwood, an orphan who's only inheritance was a small house in north-western London. financially struggling, mentally unhinged, no titles to his name and his family's name was of no importance in society. he was a scrawny little boy who liked to dream big and play ghost investigator, nothing to offer to the Berkshire's lust for power.
"Agnes? you okay?" Lockwood asked in a stern voice, his furrowed brows and pleading eyes showing genuine concern. "yea, I'm fine...I'm fine!" Agnes answered with a fake smile, eyes widened as she tried to convince Lockwood of her not-so-current state, but it just seemed as if she was trying to convince herself. Lockwood nodded, not exactly believing his partner as they continued their journey to the canal of the cemetery.
once the duo arrived at their destiny they had met with George Karim and Lucy Carlyle, looking flabbergasted as they saw the horror they glanced upon the water. "George, Lucy, what are you doing you're supposed to be at the archive." "look. in the water." George pointed, fear in his voice as Lucy gasped in the background.
the four looked at the head without eyes under the water. Agnes grimaced at the sight of the body, chills went up her spine as she gasped at the sight of the eyeless corpse. "I know him." Lockwood confessed to the team's surprise.
the body was being lifted from the water on a stretcher by DEPRAC official. the group of four friends were a couple feet behind, watching as the body was lifted and the officials worked. "Danny Clough was one of the older agents when I was starting. he helped me out, got me out of trouble a few times. he was one of those people who had no idea how cool he was." Lockwood rambled as his colleagues listened in silence. Anthony's heart weighted in grief in rumination to past encounters with the older man.
"how did he go from that too... a relic man?" Lucy asked, though it seemed to not be the best time. Agnes casted a glance to her, meaning; let's not talk about this now. but they needed to, or else everyone inside Lockwood and Co. would've lost their jobs. "I'm sorry." Lucy apologized looking down, seeing that Lockwood did not respond. "let's keep this to ourselves. we need to find out who his partner was." Lockwood spoke in a low tone, no silly smiles or convinced smirks. it was weird seeing him that way.
