Spy, Lies and Cupcakes

Spy, Lies and Cupcakes

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There are many ways to spot a criminal. The shifty eyes. The nervous fidgeting. The unfortunate habit of monologuing their evil plans. But sometimes, the most dangerous ones are the people who look completely at ease-like a man in an expensive suit, casually eating a cupcake. Agent Lila Carter was staring at such a man right now. Damian Moretti. Ruthless. Cold. A name whispered in the underground like a bedtime horror story. He was the kind of man who made people cross the street, delete their browsing history, and rethink their life choices. And yet, here he was, in a cozy little café, cutting into a cupcake like he was performing surgery. Lila adjusted her earpiece. "Are you seeing this?" "Loud and clear," her handler, Rafe, replied. "Our prime suspect, mafia boss extraordinaire, enjoying some frosted goodness. Shocking." Lila frowned. This didn't make sense. Damian Moretti was suspected of stealing high-level government intelligence. He was supposed to be plotting in the shadows, not indulging in pastries. Then, as if he could hear her thoughts, Damian glanced up. Their eyes met across the café. A slow smirk curled on his lips. Lila's stomach dropped. Well, this just got complicated.
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Lucas was beyond annoyed. "Why'd you press that button?" He said, angrily. "It was an accident." "Well, we're stopped now. You pressed the stopping button." "Ok...can you undo it?" "Do I look like elevator maintenance?" "Fine!" She said with the same tone, as she pressed the red button on the elevator key. She assumed that the red button was for elevator maintenance. "What are you doing?!" Lucas exclaimed. "What?" "You just pressed the fire button. Now the fire department is going to show up!" "Well, how am I supposed to know?! I thought it was the help button." All of her tiredness went away in the heat of the moment. "Maybe open your eyes and read what it says." "Open my eyes?!" She was livid, so she let him have it. "I had two hours of sleep last night! Two! Because someone decided that they want to have a nightclub in their pent house...in the middle of the night! Oh and to add on that...I've been at work for the past eighteen hours! Eighteen! So don't start telling me to open my eyes and read what it says when you're the reason I am so sleep deprived and making mistakes!" Lucas just stared at her with a straight face and asked in the most serious tone, "Are you normal?"

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