Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

Isn't Killing People Illegal?

CHAPTER 28:

LOUIS' POV

"I give up!" I heard Zayn huff, and I looked up from my computer.

"Still didn't find anything?" I questioned, pursing my lips in sympathy.

"No! I mean, I haven't even completed high school! Who the fuck would give me a job?" he snapped, pushing the newspapers aside and sinking his head into his hands.

This is what Zayn has been doing for the past few weeks. Looking for a job, as his old one is long over. And now, he says he feels guilty, like he's living off my money, and that's ridiculous!

We had talked about this at his parent's house, and when they had asked Zayn about his job, he told them the truth; that he was fired from his other one due to... difficulties, and was now looking for a new one.

It has been almost two weeks since we've returned from Ireland, and Zayn is still looking for a job.

I shook my head, getting up from the kitchen island chair and walking over to the couch, taking a seat beside Zayn and passing an arm around his shoulders.

"You'll find something," I assured Zayn, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Hope so," he mumbled, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"Do you want a kiss?" I asked cheekily.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Shut up and make me a sandwich."

"Fine." I raised my hands up, and got up from the couch, padding over to the kitchenette, and started fixing my boyfriend a sandwich.  Zayn really is the girl in this relationship, but he refuses to admit it and asks me to make sandwiches for him. Hah.

Zayn's phone started ringing, and he snatched it up from the coffee table, groaning at the caller ID.

"What, Bryson? Oh, yeah? Now? Why now? Alright, fine. Sure, see you then."

Zayn cut the call, then turned to me, his lips pursed in amusement.

"What's up?" I called from the kitchen, while I slathered some peanut butter and ketchup on the bread. Eh, I'm using whatever I can find.

"It was Bryson," Zayn responded, frowning. "Says he wants to have a meeting with me and you, and the President is gonna call in."

"Oh," I spoke. What is left there to talk about?

"Yep," Zayn sighed. "But it's Sunday and I'm tired!" Zayn whined, making his point clear by stretching on the couch like a sloth and emitting a loud yawn.

"But we have to see what they need to talk to us about," I reasoned. "And besides, I'm curious. How does the boss of assassins, and the president of the US, be buddies? I wanna ask them that."

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ZAYN'S POV

"Ah, hello again Zayn. And Louis!" Bryson smiled, shaking both of our hands. And instead of sitting in front of his desk, he gestured for us to sit in one of the plush loveseats.

He seated himself in the one opposite to us. "So, how's everything going?"

I shifted in my seat. "Good. I'm looking for a job and yeah, everything's great. How about here?"

"It's great. I can't believe our business is actually flourishing, even after we limited our services," Bryson shook his head in awe. "So many people want people dead."

Oh, yeah. Around the same time that I left the agency, it had changed it's rules a bit. Assassins could only be hired for top jobs. That meant, no one could hire an assassin to kill their ex boyfriend or something; they only assassinate people if they have a criminal record. It was the same before, but now they've enforced this.