"Do you think I care about your past?" I asked.
"I don't think so. But whine, I think you care about your future." He replied.
Tropes ~
Enimes to lovers
Office romance
She fell first but he fell harder
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I entered the building to improve my hands in gun. Normally I go to my personal booked room but, I wanted to meet her.
I have seen her record. She has impressed me. It's not that the missions are D-Rank or E-Rank. It's either C-Rank mission or B-Rank mission and sometimes even A-Ranked mission. She is quite interesting.
After snapping out of my thoughts I shared a glare with the girl who was sitting in the counter waiting for me to say something.
I gave her a nod of 'I won't take much time'. She nodded back and gave me a tight smile.
After pushing the door, I saw her. Wearing all back. Looking like a fucking agent. Brown open hair, black jacket and black boots. I can't see her front, though I have seen her many times when I was watching my agency's agent's data base.
While her outfits theme is black, mine are white shirt and black pant. My hair is set just like my life but I don't think even one of them will be set after joining this agency.
I pick up the gun, trigger it and..
Let's try something.
Shoot.
I missed the aim, intentionally. She steals a glance which can be unnoticeable by others but not to whom who is watching her from the start. I shooted and missed it, again.
"That's why people say, you need to be talented. Having mommy issues and daddy's money will never help,"
I tried not to get pissed at the mommy issues thing she said, "But I heard people say, hard work beats talent? Mrs. The head agent," I know you are the head agent. I didn't look at her face till now. Brown almond eyes, pink lips, pointed nose. Her face matches with her personality. In other words, she's perfect.
"But the thing is Mr. I know everything, you neither have talent and you haven't work hard too," She finally looks at me. Only my eyes that glare at her back.
"You think I didn't hard work for... what actually? And from what makes you think I am rich?" I asked, turning my body to her with a smug. Don't I look like such an ass?
"Aren't you the 'Mr. I know everything', why are you asking me?"
"Aren't you the Mrs. I know everything," I say asshe keeps the gun she was holding and picks up a bigger one, "for knowing that I am rich?"
