Undercover

Chapter 5: Unlocked

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“We’re here.” Drew finally spoke, breaking the silence. The entire ride a while ago was so awkward, no one ever tried to make a conversation. I almost wanted to kill myself a while ago because of uneasiness. Good thing it didn’t take long to reach the mystery destination.

 I immediately hopped off the car after it halted. Turning back, I glared at the house in front of me.

This must be his home.

 He opened the door and stepped back, motioning me to enter the house first. Reluctantly, I did. I was welcomed by a huge double staircase with a glamorous chandelier in the middle. The elegant furniture made the house more astonishing as it matched the walls. I felt like this room was even bigger than my entire house.

What can I do? He’s a millionaire.

Drew was about to say something when he heard his phone beep. He took his phone from his pocket. “For Christ’s sake Spencer, I am not here for your bullshit.” He quietly groaned, his voice was low but his words were clear enough for me to hear.

He rolled his eyes, looking clearly pissed. “I don’t give a damn. I just need the prick that’s been stealing the money. Get it?”

Then he hung up, rolling his eyes once again. Jesus, this guy may be handsome but he can turn into a freaking monster.

“Now let’s get to work.” He uttered dryly. I narrowed my eyes at him. Is this the reason why we’re here? But if he really wants to work then we should’ve just attended the meeting. I swear, this dude is confusing as hell.

“Oh, okay.” I replied, following him as he marched up on the huge staircase. This house is so big that I feel like I can get lost in it.

“So… This is my room.” He spoke as he opened the door, showing me the inside. His room was carpeted and the walls were mantled with striped wallpaper as the four large glassed windows illuminated the place. It has a king sized bed covered in beige silky fabric and also has a mini living room on the corner with a complete entertainment showcase. There were also instruments like piano, guitar and drum set on the room that were displayed beside the couch. Damn, I want to bang those drums. I started playing drums when I was fourteen and since then, playing drums was one of my passions. I always loved music.

“You play?” Drew suddenly asked, staring right into my eyes. I parted my lips slightly not knowing how to respond. Play… play what?

“Instruments, you play any?” He continued, smirking as he pointed at them.

“Uhh, yeah. Only drums though.” I answered, my voice wavering slightly.

“Really? That’s cool.” He said with a spare amazement on his tone. He then walked across the room and sat on the small chair in front of the piano.

“I want you to play.” He ordered, grinning at me with delight.

I thought we were for work? There’s no way I’m gonna play for him. Believe me, I really want to play drums, just not in front of him.

“Please?” He added, handing me a pair of drumsticks.

I really wanted to refuse but I recalled what Mr. Stewart said, to do everything what they will tell me to do. I had no choice but to play. I grabbed the drumsticks with hesitation. I sat at the drum seat as I adjusted the snare and the bass. I started to play, hitting the crash and kicking the bass. Not gonna lie, I missed playing drums. I barely had the chance to play when I started to work at the agency. Hitting the hi hat one last time, I finished. One thing I realized, it’s hard to play drums when you’re wearing a damn dress.