Can I Kill You? (DAILY UPDATES)

That Case In Ireland

"Thank you, ma'am. You are one hell of a lifesaver!"

One of my many clients beamed in my small office situated facing the Silver Lake in Los Angeles. I smiled with my thin lips as he stood up, shaking my hands before leaving. I watched him leave the main door as my golden business name plate Eagle Eye came into view.

I know it is a cliché name. But my clients urged me to keep this name instead of calling it Callie's Detective Agency.

Now you wouldn't refuse some good flattering from your clients, would you?

The door shut close because of the wind. It was a chilly day today. I huddled my trench coat closer to my chest. A figure approached the glass of my office door. I stood up, frowning.

That was the last client. Who is this figure? Why did Marie allow them in?

The glass door opened as the figure revealed itself.

Oh gosh! I breathed a sigh of relief, blurting,

"Good Evening...sir! What brings you here today?"

The figure was a tall man in his early thirties, wearing a stern look.

But he wasn't any tall man.

He approached me as I pulled out the chair for him resting on the opposite side of my not-so-fancy desk. He didn't say anything as I sat down opposite him with a quick smile.

"Marie! Bring sir some nice, chirping hot coffee!"

"No, it's fine."

I wasn't sure if I should ask him what he was doing here again. So I sat in the awkward silence soaking between us. He kept his strong broad hands on the table, tapping his thumb. I looked up at him in an attempt to read his face, but his almond eyes stood blank. I coughed, keeping my one hand enclosed on another in nervousness.

Marie came running inside the office. Taylor stared at her. I signalled her to keep the coffee on the table. She did so and went.

"Here is the deal..."

He leaned in, interlocking his strong brick arms. I stiffened.

"I have a special assignment for you."

"Okay....."

I muttered, waiting for him to continue as I leaned back in my chair. I knew my boss. He hits the needle in the haystack right away.

"The world's top homicide detective currently situated in Ireland wants our help."

Startled, I muttered, "Our help?"

"Yes."

I remained silent but my thoughts were spiralling. When did our agency become so known? It is roughly known here in LA but the world's top homicide detective!?

He noticed the look on my face falling like autumn leaves. Withdrawing his arms, he nodded.

"Don't think too much about it. He is a friend of mine."

"Oh!"

My face flushed. Why was I overthinking!? And in front of my boss!?

The last thing I wanted was to give him even a single reason to fire me. He was as strict as a freedom fighter's determination.

"But he finds your profile impressive."

He paused, letting that little remark weigh in.

I leaned back in, my cheekbones tightening. The last thing I wanted was to show him a faltering in my emotions. I knew he was looking for it.