DOUBLE AGENT

Chapter One

I'm sitting at my desk, a year after I became an agent of the FBI. Since then I've been put on desk duty, gathering intel on various different gangs and notorious families in New York City.

A file suddenly lands on my desk with a thump.

"What is this?" I ask picking the file up. It's significantly heavier than all of the other files on my desk.

"Your first assignment." My boss and best friend stands in front of me, arms crossed, leaning against my desk, smirking.

I open the file and a picture of the notorious play boy Christophe Archibald staring up at me.

"Elena, you have the most important role in what could be the biggest gang take down of the century."

"And what role might that be...?" I ask, not liking where this was going.

"Making Christophe Archibald fall in love with you."

"I'm sorry... what? Oh haha, very funny. What day is it? Must be April fools." I say, laughing at what he just said. "This must be some sort of joke."

"Not at all," Reese says with a serious face. "you're going to become the girlfriend of young Archibald, infiltrate his family and gather evidence so that we can expose them."

"Christophe Archibald doesn't have 'girlfriends'. I don't think that's even in his vocabulary." I reply with a frown.

"Well it is now. That file has all the information of your assignment. Everything about Archibald, his family, your new identity, passport, housing-"

"I'm sorry, WHAT? New identity?" I ask, shocked. I didn't think that I would have to pretend to be someone other than me.

"Yes. We can't have the Archibalds knowing who you are. Currently, if you search up 'Elena Blackburn', you find an FBI agent;" Reese says, searching up my name on google. Pictures of me come up, as well as my information as an agent of the FBI. As much as I hate to admit it, Reese is right. "So say hello to Olivia Hampton."

• • •

I stand in front of a tall skyscraper, my bags in hand, no longer Elena Blackburn. It's a clean building, home to some of the most expensive apartments in New York City.

I enter the reception and immediately my eyes fall on the only person in there. With my luck, it's Christophe Archibald.

He's reclining lazily on a chaise, scrolling on his phone. I shuffle across the room, my bags in tow. He doesn't even look up. Great. My new assignment is a social media zombie as well as being a spoilt play boy. I press the button for floor 27, and the elevator doors open almost immediately. I get in, and just as the doors close, Archibald looks up and smiles.

{ a/n
sorry this chapter is so short,
just establishing setting and stuff like that }