The reason why we have to win - Billie Eilish fan fiction

10. legal

"You'll just have to take this bag, and hand it directly to Mr. Miller."

"Miller isn't the CEO of a luxury car company?" Billie asked.

"Yeah, that's him. He buys them from suppliers, modifies them and adds bespoke materials, and then sells them back to buyers, much more than their first price. It's not illegal because technically he add things, which make it worth the price, but this guy isn't clean either. "

Billie raised her eyebrows.

"What do you mean ?"

"People say he was once involved in drug trafficking, and even was a drug lord when he was younger. Some say he uses the cars he sells and transport drugs between countries. . "

"And what tells me that in the bag I have to give him, there is no drug in it?"

"Nothing, and you will not have the right to verify it. If you get arrested, which normally should be avoided, and there were unfortunately really illegal substances, we will have the means so that this event has no repercussions on you and your life. "

"Are you sure? As I said before, I don't want to finish ..."

"Yeah, yeah, i know." he cut her off. "For now, I recommend that you should learn the things you need to know about the client."

They were in the organization's headquarters. From the outside it looked more like a simple bookstore. Besides, it was one, but for those who worked for the organization, they had a VIP pass that really allowed them to enter the premises.

It was many rows of books, longs tables, hundreds of computers, and only five to ten people inside. Despite the huge space of the room, there were no echoes (they had probably changed the installations). The reason for this over-sized space, and this almost illogical silence, was that all of these missions had to be keep really secret. No one could therefore interfere in the missions that did not concern them.

Billie was quite amazed that there were only people much older than them. Brandon led her through the long rows of documents, in which everything was arranged in alphabetical order. No sheets protruded from binders.

"It's this one." Brandon pointed to a pale blue binder at Billie, with 'M3 List' written in large print on the cover , and smaller ' h .i.j' , "This is the fourth binder for the letter M names. There are 6 to 10 binders per letter, and this one contains 8. "

"Why do you tell me that?"

Brandon raised his eyebrows, and shrugged.

"Nothing obviously, just so you know."

Once they found Miller's chapter, they went to sit on one of the empty tables, although they were all, except one or two people every fifteen chairs.

Miller's character was pretty dubious indeed, but Billie figured he couldn't possibly be the worst of all clients. Although his wealth came really fast, and everything he created looked too dirty to feel good buying it, he had a stable family, a wife, and two daughters both at Harvard University, and a son still too young to join them. Nothing showed, from the point of view of someone unaware of the existence of such an organization, that Miller had anything to do with illicit things and substances.

Billie swallowed hard, finishing the long paragraphs of his biography. She was both excited and worried. What if the bag she had to give him in hand was a bomb that would explode the second you opened the bag? What if he opened it right in front of her? What if it was actually a trick to kidnap her and sell her into human trafficking? It was paranoia, of course. But still... The most important thing was that she had to trust Brandon, whom she was really attached now.