The Paparazzo with a Secret

Chapter 6

"The next job is to tail Congressman Dillon, in Oriens," Boss said throwing another USB at me. I caught it and plugged it into my laptop in a single fluid motion. Multitudes of files opened to reveal the man, a somewhat professional look pasted on him. Boss continued. "there's gossip going on that he is plannin' a coup against the Crown Prince of Oriens while pullin' strings for himself to get an even higher position,"

"Sounds nasty," I gave a snort. There were always people like these, some were just lucky to get away.

"You up for it?"

Boss' question made my lips curl into a sneer. I glanced over to him. "There's no way I'm puttin' this one off,"

Boss grinned turning to leave with a wave of his hand. "I'm lookin' forward to your results,"

I turned back to look towards the screen, staring at the Congressman's face. This one would be a tricky job... I returned my attention back to my viewfinder, continuing to clean it.

I leave for Oriens tonight.

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Kuon gave another sigh, completely bored out of his mind. He really didn't get why he was in the position of a Prince, he didn't ask for it and obviously he didn't want it. With that irritating thought, Kuon got up from his desk and went out. Not bothering in telling anyone where he was going.

He just needed a breather.

Letting his feet take him wherever, Kuon soon found himself in a more peaceful part of a nearby town. The thoughts about his succession pushed to the back of his mind with an intake of the crisp, fresh air. He hadn't paid attention in front of him, not until someone crashed into him causing them both to fall down.

"Dammit, this is what I get for not tyin' my laces," A soft mutter reached Kuon's ears. It almost sounded melodic if it wasn't accented so heavily.

He cleared his throat, his irritation bubbling up with their current situation. "Hey! Get off me!"

"Sorry," And the extra weight vanished in the next second. A hand entered his vision instead making him look up at its owner. His brown met her hazel, and for a minute he was left speechless. "lemme help you up,"

Kuon immediately snapped out of his trance and accepted her help in getting up. He patted down his casual clothing and replaced his fedora on top of his head. He turned to look at the woman who had now crouched down to tie her laces properly and securely. "Who are you?"

She looked up at him, her chestnut hair swaying with the momentum. "No one special,"

Kuon then spied the camera case around her waist. "You're a cameraman?"

"Woman, but they're the same thing," She answered shrugging. She got up, gave a pat down, and began walking off. "I've gotta get goin', there's a job a-callin',"

Kuon brightened as an idea formed in his head. He followed after her. "Hey! Take me with you!"

"Why should I?" She gave a derisive snort, not looking back. "Ya runnin' from home?"

"That's how it is," Kuon appealed to her, he couldn't let this chance slip by. Not when freedom was this close...

The woman stopped abruptly, nearly making him crash into her. She turned a cold eye on him. "Ya should be glad ya even have a home,"

Involuntarily, Kuon shrunk back at the hostility he was shown. Without thinking he let out an apology. "Sorry,"

She gave a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose. "No, I should be sorry, didn't mean ta blow up on ya like that."