Undercover

Chapter 7: Don't Get Caught

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 7 is here. :P Thank you so much for reading and voting my story, it means so much to me. :) My school is going to start in June 19 and I’m not yet ready :(

This is going to be a short chapter so I’m sorry :(

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Now that today is Sunday, I don’t have work, which means I can concentrate on my real agenda. And here I am, sitting few blocks away from Mr. Morgan, stalking him as if he was a celebrity.

I kept out of sight, hiding behind a wall as I snapped pictures of Mr. Morgan with an unfamiliar man. He was sitting, eating his cheese cake at an adorned coffee shop. Pretty sure I look like a damn paparazzi right now.

The things I do for this job.

I continued watching Mr. Morgan, lowering my dark sunglasses while I bit my lip. He handed out a bag of money to the man as he sipped from his cup of coffee, nodding his head towards the man. They kept talking as I observed them attentively from a distance. Taking another picture, I slowly walked over a passageway between the tables to get closer, to snap better and clearer photos.

The unknown man looked around as he secured the money on the pocket of his jacket. I was now sitting near them, one table away from Mr. Morgan. Their conversation who was barely audible a while ago, was now clear to hear.

“I need the shipments next week, my partner is a bit impatient so you need to work fast.” Mr. Morgan cleared his throat. “Don’t get caught, I don’t want the kid on the company to know about this.”

The man simply nodded, absorbing what Mr. Morgan ordered him to do.

I shrunk back, my heart beating out of my chest, going up and down faster than ever.

Shipments? What are those for?

 No doubt, the kid Mr. Morgan was talking about was none other than Drew. And who is his partner? It can be someone from the company or outside, so it will be hard for me to find out. At least, now I know the bastard’s not working alone.

The man shook hands with him as he stood up, making his way to the exit. I followed him inconspicuously as he headed down the car park. I quickly went to my car, revving up the engine, and maneuvered it to the same way he drove, following him.

Funny how a few days ago, I was the one being followed.

I kept distance, acting like I was some local heading to the same direction. Speeding up a bit, I changed lanes, so I was now beside his car. I don’t really know what I’m doing right now but this is the only way to gather evidence. But this time, I would be more cautious. After someone busted me on Mr. Morgan’s office, I swear, I am never going to be careless again.

I was expecting him to go home but the car stopped on an obscure bar at the end of the street. Mr. Morgan departed his car and walked in at the bar with his head down. I wore a black jacket so he won’t recognize me, then I went after him. The bar was isolated, there were barely customers, just few men drinking and watching at a small television on the main counter. Mr. Morgan sat on an empty table at the distant corner as he summoned a waitress to order. After a few minutes, a lady arrived and sat on Mr. Morgan’s table. She was wearing dim out glasses, her heels producing sounds as she walks. Her face wasn’t that visible, so I can’t really identify her. But if you’re going to base it on her body, she would fall into the range of twenty to twenty five years old.

It’s a big possibility that she may be his partner, but who is she?

They kept talking, sending each other nods and approvals. Again, Mr. Morgan took out his wallet and gave money to the lady.