I arrive at the Anderson Mansion at 9am. They sent a car but I didn't take it, too suspicious and I can't defend myself when I'm strapped down like that.
"Miss Ophelia" says the guards at the front "We've been expecting you"
"what is this?" I laugh "James Bond?"
They ignore my remark although I see one of them trying not to smile and regain his composure "please come in"
The mansion was enormous At its threshold stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic resonated in the surrounding silence. To me it seemed more like a castle with looming turrets and a grand entrance door that you had to knock on with a golden brass knocker.
Inside I was led to my room, almost the size of my apartment and one hundred times more luxurious.
"You should change" commented the guard "into more appropriate attire"
I looked in the mirror and saw a girl with tumbling dark brown hair, cherry red lips, wearing a tight black leather body suit fitted with a matching pistol.
Looking at where he pointed lay a long flowing pink dress. "How on earth can I move in that" I laugh "I come as I am, don't try and change me"
"Fine" the guard sighed "Mr Charles Anderson is awaiting you"
"Who are you?" said Mr Charles Anderson, his electric blue eyes narrowing.
"This is Miss Ophelia" replied the guard before I could speak
"Oh yes" said Mr Charles Anderson slowly "my babysitter" and smirked
Before anyone could move I had him pinned down to the floor "I don't care who you are" I whispered in his ear "I don't care about your money" I released him "don't disrespect me if you want to live"
"was that a threat?, Ophelia" laughs Mr Charles Anderson "this is going to be fun"
"Not for you if you die" I retort back "Charles"
I get led out of Charles' room by the guard "I would advise you to maintain collected at all times in the mansion" he said "this family is full of illicit secrets, they have their people everywhere"
"Spys?" I spit out the word in disgust. I hate Spys, they just follow the money, selling secrets to the highest bidder.
"Not so loud Miss Ophelia" hushes the guard nervously
"Just Ophelia" I say
"Certainly, Ophelia, you may call me James" he replies with one of the first genuine smiles I have seen in this mansion.
We arrive at my room, a good 10 minute walk away from Charles'
"Before you go, Ophelia" says James "your job tomorrow is to accompany Mr Charles Anderson to the Winter dance"
"You have got to be kidding me" I groan
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I'd kill for you
Romance"You and me? We're like fire and ice" Meet Ophelia, just another private assassin. She shoots to kill. This time her job is different, hired to protect the most powerful family in America's heir, the arrogant and yet incredibly good looking Mr Char...
