Fearless Beings

Chapter 15

Okay, people, I just wanna dedicate this chapter to my favourite cousin, Mouda. One word could describe her: FASCINATING. Thank you!!!

Carry on.

Mia's POV
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"I'm sorry, may I offer my help?" The young officer asks.

I'm standing in front of Madele Rulph's office, demanding her attention.

I take a deep breath. "Madeleine Rulph is the one I need, sir."

"Unfortunately, she's busy," he says, his face straight.

"I apologise for interfering in her routine and causing possible plan changes. But I, Mia Grandover, demand seeing her this second for specific purposes."

"Conserning what, Mia Grandover?"

"My . . . list, sir. I believer there is an . . . issue I can't handle by myself," I reply.

He looks me over but nods. "Wait here." After a couple of minutes, he comes back and gestures for me to enter. I nod my head in appreciation.

"Welcome back, Mia," Madele greets, pushing papers to the side of her desk.

"Thank you, ma'am."

She tilts her head ever so perfectly. "You've been . . . facing problems concerning the task on hand, right?"

I gulp. "Yes, ma'am." When she doesn't say anything, I proceed to elaborate. "I am worried that there might be a . . . misconception in the . . . in my list."

She stands up and walks toward my chair. "A misconception?" I'm about to confirm my answer but she says, "Interesting. But . . . would you explain what you just said, Mia?"

"I'm afraid that's beyond my capabilities."

Her forehead creases with concentration. "Mia, what's happening there."

"There? As on Earth?" I raise a brow, straightening my spine. "Say it. It's not a bad word."

She smiles delicately. "Of course. But, Mia, tell me, why do I feel that something is wrong."

"Perhaps because there is," I pause, trying to collect my thoughts. "In my list . . . there is an error, I think. I'm afraid one of the people there, Thomas Cantor, has been misplaced."

Madeleine Rulph crouches beside me. "I don't understand." Her eyes narrow suspiciously, trying to see right through me, but I give nothing away as I try shifting my body on the leather seat, trying to get as far from her as possible. Having Madele beside me is nerve-wracking.

"I... I..." My eyes flicker to anything in the room except her eyes. Unfortunately, she captures my eyes and I fall in the depth of her blue-ness. I look intently into her turquoise irises, and for a nanosecond, I feel like I can trust her. It's too late to back away now. She already caught me hostage, holding my gaze. And as much as I'd like to let go of whatever silent communication we're having, I can't. There is something there, in her ocean-ic blue eyes, something unclear. She's hiding something.

Our leader is hiding something.

It's only fair that I do the same.

"Can you recheck my list, please?" I ask, straightening my spine.

Her eyes dull visibly like a veil had been thrown in front of them, covering her, protecting her, leaving her invulnerable. "Why, might I ask?" She stands up, dusting her black dress.

"I just want to make sure nothing is wrong, is all," I say, my senses sharp as she circles me like predator taunting its prey.

"And why would you think any thing is wrong, Miss Grandover?"