Seven

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by OnPaper

by OnPaper

Andrea Palestine
-49 days prior-

"You will meet Mr.Jeremy by a black audi car, half past twelve. Take Elgort with you but make sure he doesnt hear your conversation."

"Mr.Jeremy?"

"Andrea." The young man acknowledged, shaking my hand firmly. He held a hard face while opening the door for me.

The inside looked brand new, the plastic covers were still intact so I am guessing he just bought it. Seconds later he was sat behind the wheel, whizzing out of the empty parking lot, while Elgort followed us on his bike.

"How is Mr.Clifford?"

"He will give you your passport and ticket, under the name Melissa George, to Italy. He will also drop you off to the airport. But whatever you do, try to keep your conversation with him to the minimum."

"He is doing well." I nodded, continuing to look out the window. With that our short conversation ended, as he swiftly drove past the traffic getting us to the airport in less than an hour. Morning was just breaking, but yet the roads were packed. The airport was busy as always, people coming out and going in.

Jeremy parked the car somewhere away from the main entrance, in a secluded area while I spotted Elgort park by the taxi stand, patiently waiting for us. As soon as he cut off the engine, Jeremy reached inside a cabinet in his car, producing a file.

"Departure 7:30am. Landing in Avellino, Italy 10:05am. A Mr.Zayn will be recieving you by the entrance. You will be residing in Hotel Viva for the next thirteen days of stay." He spoke rhythmically while handing me the file. I nodded before thanking him and getting off the car. Elgort shortly followed me into the airport, a fair distance between us to avoid any suspicion. He was dressed casually for the ocassion, a bandana tied around his head. He looked younger.

"Elgort will take a flight to California, where your father is staying with me. You have one month, Andrea. The faster you finish the safer it is."

It was 6:09am when I finished checking. Elgort and I went our separate ways after that, I waited for my flight while he seemed to disappear into the crowd on the other side.

"Melissa George was Mr.Eric's personal assisstant. She was murdered in his house the night Harry was appointed by the government. Nobody except me knows this, not even Eric. So now you are Mr.Eric's assisstant and you had been on a vacation to Thailand these past three months. You are reasigned as his assisstant again. Everything is taken care of, you just have to go in on wednesday."

A young lady, about my age was sat next to me. She seemed to be in pain though, as she tightly clutched her leg and contorted her face to seemingly try and relieve the pain.

"Are you alright?" I asked, slipping my hands out of my pockets to help her stand up.

"Yes.....yes. Its just this usual pain. I guess I am just growing older." She replied, laughing it off.

Older?

"I am Aannalyse by the way."

"Oh..I am Andrea.....Melissa George." Shit!

"Its nice to meet you. You going to Italy?"

"Yes. Dont you want to sit down?"

"No. Standing just helps me ease the pain. Is this like your vacation?"

"No. Work."

She shook her head, giving me a half hearted smile.

"You will take care of Eric. Go with him everywhere and do whatever he tells you to. You will be asked to manage his files and bank accounts, nothing much. Just make sure you dont miss out on anything suspicious. You will have five days to settle in. Dont do anything that will turn Eric off, he is a very egoistic
man."

"Say Melissa, do you mind taking care of my bags? I just need to make a quick phone call."

"No problem. Take your time."