A/N: Picture of Melanie >>>>>>>
"I need a coffee overdose, ASAP." I trotted into the pale office where my assistant and best friend, Sydney, awaited with a fresh cup of joe on her desk. The office was bland. I mean faded blue walls and white tiled floors was the perfect boost to your motivation to go to work instead of stay home and watch the latest celebrities ruin their lives. Our office was small and there were only two rooms. The first office you go into from the hallway was Sydney's and behind her desk was a closed door that led to my office which I tried to decorate in sexy leapord print. I tried to make the office fit my personality. I played off a smile and then wrapped my fingers around the warmth of the Starbucks cup. I took a small sip and it seemed to help open my eyes a little wider and made my mind tingle with energy. She got my order perfect this time.
"Sydney did you-" Sydney quickly pointed to the stack of files on her filing cabinet. Folders and papers were properly organized and I couldn't help but feel that she had too much time on her hands. I might just have to hook her up with a guy because her sex life must be lacking excitement if she wore jeans to the office. I thought to myself, I turned back to Sydney. "Okay, thanks. Ugh, did I get any calls?"
"Do you really want to hear them?"
I honestly thought about dealing with boring complaints and testimonies like I did everyday at work.
"Not really,"
There was a long drag of silence as I took another swig of the warm goodness.
"SO...how is your sex life going?"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, it's just that you have too much time on your hands, it's kind of sad."
"What is sad is that I am working for my best friend who is currently asking me about my sex life when she has had a dry spell for how long?"
Touché.
"How is Angel?" I chuckled. Angel was Sydney's hormone-crazed, 13 year old daughter; she had her when she was married to her crack-head of a husband. He was such a jack rabbit. He cheated on her with her former best friend. That is the reason how I moved up from only being a good friend status to best friend status. See the difference? I was such a thoughtful person because I helped Sydney get the apartment down the hall from me and helped Sydney get a job here at the CCSA, my place of work.
The CCSA was an elite and private organization for those who knew about us, feared us. I didn't join until I was twenty-two; two years later...I AM STILL HERE! Gosh, my colleagues hated me (except Sydney and that is on certain occasions). My boss, Mr. McNeill, was such an ass. I mean he wore suits everyday and drove the nicest cars (Yes, plural) only to make the rest of us feel like crap. He kind of reminds you of an alley cat. He has narrow gray eyes, thick hair the color of chocolate, and has dark skin. "What a bitch!" I yelled to just even think about his face.
"Were you even listening to me?" I looked up to see Sydney just staring at me with gawking eyes in disbelief. Oops. "Yes and no," I admitted while I opened the door that led to my cluttered office. I sat my coffee on my desk as Sydney strolled inside. Sydney was a very attractive woman. She has slit eyes the color of fresh cut grass. She had a short dark brown hair; she also has high cheekbones, and a lean body frame.
"Like I was saying before you called me a bitch, I-" I held up my hand for her to stop and then I looked at her trying to muster up a bit of seriousness. "I was talking about Mr. Bigfoot." Mr. McNeill's feet were like the empire state building colliding to the ground. If only he would take off those expensive shoes so I can see those ape toes of his. I might take a picture and sell it, then retire. "Oh, well Angel has a ballet recital tomorrow, so I might take off early. Is that okay?" I nodded my head even though I knew my life would be crap if she wasn't around.
"So like I was saying...your sex life is down the drain, huh?" She rolled her eyes as soon as the phone rang at her desk. I sat behind my desk looking at the high stacks of witness testimonies. Some were complete garbage to the point where I wanted to slap myself and some that could actually lead to a Contractor either way I had to sort out the paperwork. I usually did that when there was no other work to do...which was very often. Instead of doing what I was supposed to do I eavesdrop the phone conversation Sydney was having.
"Yes sir, no. We will be there. Does it matter? Oh, of course it does. Yes, I feel bad. Well I am sorry to hear about your cat, wait, on her birthday? Okay...no! I guess, okay-" Sydney peeked her head through doorway and signaled me to go to her desk. I sighed as I got up and grabbed my coffee. I took another gulp before I sat my behind on her wooden desk. She was disturbed my habit even more when I had such a short skirt on. Who could blame people to stare though? I have great legs.
Sydney hung up the phone and sighed. "Mr. Bigfoot wants you in the board room for a meeting with the feds." I felt my eyes pop out of their sockets and explode into a million pieces. I should totally paint my nails blue...wait, the feds? "Wait, what?" I got up from her desk while struggling with my heels on. I accidentally knocked over a stack of papers that fell slowly only to crash on Sydney's toys. Her eyes went wide and she fell back on a shelf knocking over a plant pot. It plummeted to the floor and Sydney covered up her mouth to keep from shrieking.
"Oops," We both responded with a shy giggle. Sydney then straightened up and her nerves must have been calming down after that episode. "Oh, yeah, Mr. McNeill told all of the CCSA agents to meet with the feds about Zone 130. Its radiation levels have seemed to stabilize and apparently Contractor's are popping up by the second. He only told me that much, the rest will be discussed at the meeting." I quickly downed my coffee giving me an extra buzz. If it had to do with Zone 130, then it must be important. Finally some excitement!
Maybe it was my turn to catch a Contractor and finally get promoted. I will get a large house and possibly go on extragavent trips. I could then marry that one actor...yummy! Ryan Gosling is it? Gorgeous.
"Let's go." I rushed to the door of our office to lead myself into the hallway but Sydney didn't move from her spot. "I can't go...assistants are not allowed to be there. Hence the lack of information I can provide." She walked over to her desk and began to search through one of the drawers. "That is so unfair, who else is going to be there when I tell off the feds." Sydney chuckled. "Yes, because the U.S. Government is terrified of Melanie Riggs and her short skirts." Sydney walked over to me, handing me a notepad and a pen. "Hell yeah they are! They kiss up to this nice ass." I fist pumped the air before swaying my hips showing my short skirt off even more. Sydney rolled her eyes slowly and then straightened my collar on my pressed shirt. "As nice as your ass is you need to take notes, ask questions, be respectful, and maybe you just might be like your uncle."
My uncle Grayson was also a CCSA Agent and is in a very different branch, he got promoted there after he worked my job, which sucks. While I shuffled paperwork and Uncle Grayson was on the front lines hunting criminal Contractors.
I walked out of Sydeney's office after giving her a wave goodbye. I walked down the cold hallways while keeping my eyes trained ahead of me. I was suprisingly getting nervous, which doesn't happen often. When U.S. Government wants to speak to about Zone 130, an area that was closed off due to radiation exposure from a science facility there, The Harlot Center of Scientific Reasearch and Discovery. I continued my brisk walk until I discovered I could be turned into a doll. OH NO!
Contractors- after the Zone 130 incident humans began to develop super natural abilities never seen before. They were called Contractors and they are powerful. Some scientists say its evolution or some say it was radiation from Zone 130. Either way Contractor's abilities are certainly astonishing, but they are still very dangerous. Contractor's abilities come with a price they have to do a certain task (smoking cigarettes even if you hate them, throwing up when you are hungry, and thousands of other types of payments); if they don't do it, they break their contract...resulting in their demise.
I, Melanie Riggs, work for CCSA (Concealed Contractor's Supremacy & Administration) a secret organization who is in charge for keeping all Contractors' under the radar from average humans and keeps the crinimal contractors in line, by most likely killing them or arresting them. It's tougher than it looks...especially when you are a contractor yourself!
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Zone 130
Fiksi Ilmiah*I am no good with summaries so please don't judge the book on it* Melanie Riggs was twenty-one and was having the time of her life. Unlike most people though, she is a Contractor, humans with special abilities. Even though she is a Contractor she w...
