Chapter 1

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I walked into the building to be greated my friend sand people who i work with.

"Happy birthday to you happy birthday to you," they all sang " Happy birthday dear Natasha happy birthday to you". I saw sparks from behind them and as they all stepped to the side a cake was driven in by my closest friend Effy. It was in the shape of a gun and had my birthday date as he code on the side.

"Happy birthday Mustache" Effy hugged me with a big smile. We met at the foster house.Effy never called me Natasha , Tash or Nat. Infact she was the only person to call me mustache because according to her Tash reminds her of the word mustache. She got adopted a year after I joined. She was like a sister to me.We lost contact after that and when we saw eachother at work one day she was on the edge of tears.

"Happy one Miss Stace. Im afraid that you cant have a day off as we have new employes joining today. I would like you too give them a tour around the building and introduce them to the important people such as myself" My boss Cristopher Richards shook my hand as i nodded. He reminded me so much of Morgan Freeman. Its scary how alike they are. I didnt mind working on my birthday. I enjoy my job. Its really awesome ike seriously who wouldnt want to be a FBI spy its probably the best job in the world.

*1 HOUR LATER*

"Mustache, Boss is calling you too his offifce" as I heard Effys voice I got up from my desk and walked up the stairs.

"You wanted me?" I knocked on his glass door.

"Oh yes Miss Stace the employes have arrived they are waiting for you on the first floor," he handed me a clip board "this is a list of their names and their photos so you know who is who"

"Thankyou" I walked out of the room scanning across the page. Its mostly guys and theres only about 4 girls out of about 20 people. One guy caught my eye, Marcus Wright. God he was a fit one. I smiled to myslef while walking into the lift. I waited as it went down..it seemed like forever. As I walked out I saw a group of young people standing around the couch. They were all talking.

"Could I have your attention please," I half shouted half said but everyones atention fle to me. A few boys wolf whistled at me and some winked. Ignoring them, I carried on talking "I am Natasha Stace and Im one of the agents he-"

"Wait you're THE Natasha Stace? The one who solved the biggest and hardest cases?" said a girl who stood at the front. I searched up and down the list of names to find her

"Yes thats me...uh Annie am I right?" I smiled as she nodded. "Righ guys first i will give you a tour around the building and at several points we will step in to meet important people that you need to know. Follow me." I walked up the stairs as the group of ,very loud , employes followed me.

*LATER*

"Excuse me Miss uhh Stace" I heard a deep male voice say behind me.

"You can call me Natasha. We will be working together after all," I still didnt know who i was talkinh to as I didnt bother to turn around.

"Im Marcus, Marcus Wright," this time I did stop to take a look at the guy. Not much taller than me with hazel eyes with his hair in a quiff, which was dark brown.

"Nice to meet you Marcus."

"I was wondering, what made you want to be a FBI agent" we kept walking.

"Life"

"What do you mean?"

"What happen to me when I was younger made me make this choice. Always remember, When life gives you lemons ma-"

Marcus ended what I was going to say "Make orange juice and leave life thinking how the hell you did it, your line"

"Exactly. Now time to meet your boss."

Hello people of wattpad. So this is the beggining.. you like?? Oppinions in the commenst please and a vote would be nice :) Dedicate this chapter to my amazing ZainabRao for helping me in sorting out the cast .Todays tune is....

Wilkinson - Afterglow

Nothing to do with the story just a realy cool song to be honest :D.

Love sent- PatiCakesxxx

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