The Espionage Agent

PROLOGUE

THE ESPIONAGE AGENT

MISS_FBJ

Bismillahi Rahmanir-rahim
(In the name of Allah,most Gracious,and the most merciful)

On the happy occasion of eid,i'am sending you warm wishes;may eid bring you lots of prosperity and joy,wishing you lots of happiness,love and prosperity,may this eid bring lots of joy and happiness in your life.

EID MUBARAQ

"Ya Allah! All these files are for what? it seems like this week is going to be very hectic. After yesterday's burden, and now, look at these files__I'm tired wallahi," Maira muttered, as she began opening the dossiers on her desk. Uninterestedly, she came to the last file on her desk; she almost lost her balance at the heading she saw. Ya rabb! He only knows how long she had been waiting for this mission.

"What! What a great entitlement. We're going on a mission__Omair being my supervisor. Ya Rabb! I've been longing for this," She jabbered, an enthusiastic expression plastered on her face.

"I doubt if Omair knew about this, he would've been in my office now," she muttered to herself and stood up. Sprinting towards the door, she hastily turned the door knob__only to see Omair standing by the door. Together; they burst into a series of laughter.

"I can relate with the happiness on your face. I know you've received the assignment," Omair stated, as he looked at her with so much adoration in his eyes.

"Yes!" She beamed, her white dentition sparkling.

"Let's go to the director's office then," He said, as they sauntered to the director's office.

"Oh my god! Omair, you have no idea how happy I am. I don't even know how to express my felicity," Maira beamed, as she looked up at Omair; whom held a loving smile on his lips.

Omair chuckled softly "Yeah, I know how much you want to risk your precious life," he replied sarcastically, knowing what her answer would be.

She gasped, and chuckled outwardly. Omair would always call her a life risker "Oh noo, it's just that; I have a passion for spying, since I was a little girl," Maira replied, as she knocked on the secretary's door, whom led them to the director's office.

"Good morning, Sir," they greeted in unison. The old man in his early 60's; looked up from the dossiers on his desk and nodded his head at them; with a fleeting smile on his face.

"Morning Mr. Omair and Miss Aisha," he greeted back, as he leaned comfortably on his chair, gesturing for them to sit on the chairs opposite his.

He cleared his throat, and wore his usual stolid expression "I believe you've received the entitlement letter?" He asked, not taking his gaze off them.

"Yes, Sir," they answered in unison.

He thrusted them two files; and began talking in his thick accent "As you can all see, you are to investigate on a potent king, whom is suspected on having enshrouded jeopardizing business with the country's politicians. So far___no one has even come up with a single evidence, and we believe you can do this mission perfectly okay," he gulped down a cup brimful of water and continued.

"Mr. Omair, I have no doubt in you, as this wasn't the first time we're sending you on a mission in an african country, and you've never disappointed us; that's why we choose you to be her guardian and supervisor," Director complimented, and he yawed his gaze to Maira's side.

"Miss Aisha, I know you haven't been sent to any african country for a mission before, but with Omair being by your side; I'm sure it would be a great achievement___we trust your abilities." Maira grinned widely and flashed Omair an enthusiastic smile, before Director's voice jolted her out of her reverie.