Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 10: Stage Mask

Point of View: Angel 

Jumping down from the attic space, I grunt as I hit my ribs and sparks of pain slip through my chest cavity. Taking my time standing, my eyes meet the bright brown eyes of Victor Morgan who stands before me. His eyes are taking in every single movement I make and I know he already suspects I am hurt. Taking a slow breath, I place a smirk on my lips making Victor's eyes widen even more. "I will take it." I state slouching slightly in my black sweatshirt. 

"Fine by me." He states his tenner voice easily carrying through the air and he leads me back to the conference room. "When will your stuff be arriving? I can let the attendants know to be ready-" 

"Its already here." I state walking my Victor who has frozen in his steps. Knocking once, I open the door only to meet nine pairs of eyes. Eight of which are wide and shocked. Glancing at Mr. Blackbourne frowning, I am curious to hear what he just said to cause everyone to freeze in their seats. 

"Why the fuck do you cost so fucking much?" Gabriel states breaking the silence and I can't hold back the smile that appears on my lips. 

"How much am I fucking worth? What did boss man sell you on?" I ask curiously and I watch as eyes widen even more. "He probably didn't give you enough considering." I state. 

"Ten favors." Sang whispers and my eyes widen a little and I can't help but laugh. Nodding to Victor I look to Mr. Blackbourne. "I will be living in the attic. I need your keys though." I state and Mr. Blackbourne's eyebrows finally raise in surprise before dipping low. 

"Why Ms. Black?" He questions his voice deep and I smile as innocently as possible. 

"You have my luggage in your trunk." It takes a moment for my words to process. Dr. Green instantly bursts out laughing and I smile as Mr. Blackbourne hands over his keys. Moving to the door, I think it is Luke that calls out to me. 

"Is that how much you are worth?" The question makes me pause and I turn looking Luke right in the eyes before nodding toward North. 

"Your bother was right, for the amount of trouble I cause, your boss should have asked for more." Greeted with silence, I take Mr. Blackbourne's keys and make my way down to his matching grey car and pop the trunk. Pulling out my bags, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and place my single piece of luggage on the cobble stone when my eyes meet a single black sleek car pulling into the driveway. 

I stare it down as it slowly approaches and I watch as a body guard gets out and helps out a tall thin brunette with hard eyes in a short black dress and gucci heals. Mrs. Jasmine Morgan.  Standing tall, I lock the car once more before a shrill voice fills the air. 

"Who the hell are you and why have you parked your car in my driveway? Only permitted vehicles are allowed on my property. My husband is on his way home and I know he will not be happy seeing this trash in his driveway." Her voice gets louder and louder. 

Stopping in my tracks I put up my mask and turn looking surprised. "Oh I am terribly sorry Mrs. Morgan. I hadn't realized it was you otherwise I would have met you at the car door when you arrived. I am from The Agency. I was told to come help you for the upcoming weeks." Mrs. Morgan's eyes down show any recognition so I continue to sell my cover story. "It seems as though Victor's security has been slipping through the cracks at Ashley Waters University and the agency thought it would be best if they sent someone under cover to protect him. In addition, I know you have made complaints about the friends that he hangs out with and I will also be protecting him at home. I do believe my supervisor -" 

"Ah yes! I will have to send your supervisor an email response in appreciation. I have been asking for extra security around Victor for months." Mrs. Morgan smile seems to crack her face with the amount of botox she has injected in it. But she continues to move her facial features as though she is pretending to be a human. "His friends can be very bitchy so be careful a lot of them have underhanded tendencies. You make sure you report to me if you see any of their dirty little hands touching anything in the house or doing anything to harm Victor in any way." 

Following behind her, I stay silent zoning off and studying the different rooms as we walk through them. I am extra careful not to touch anything. "I have also heard you are discreet?" The question hangs in the air and instantly I know that there is a second meaning. 

Smiling I nod my head slowly. "You will never know I am here ma'am. That is only until you want me too." That fake smile appears once more on Mrs. Morgan's lips and it almost looks like she is sneering. 

"Fantastic." With that Mrs. Morgan leaves me standing in the middle of the great room as though I never existed to begin with. Taking a slow breath, I allow my mask to fall and make my way to the back stairs and start to climb. Making my way to the third floor, I just make it onto the landing when my eyes connect with the group of boys coming down the hallway. 

"I would wait a moment." I state making my way through the crowd to Mr. Blackbourne who I hand his keys over to. 

"Something wrong Ms. Black?" Mr. Blackbourne states his voice slightly higher than normal and filled with surprise. 

"Mrs. Morgan has entered the building." I state and Mr. Blackbourne's eyes instantly widen in shock and then harden into a cold stare. 

"Thank you Ms. Black."