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Tales Tuesday VI

Undercover V

Bar towards the left of Lincoln Park. Blonde, height: 6’4″, an eyebrow piercing, interests: girls.
The more I recalled the facts, the longer my frown extended. I took a bite out of my granola bar and listened to the video that was playing on YouTube.
“You need to initiate lots of physical contact to show him that you’re interested”, Julia, the seducing expert on the screen, spoke to the camera, flipping her flaming red hair back occasionally. “Try to laugh at every one of his jokes, even when they’re not funny. That’ll certainly make him intrigued and attracted towards you.”
I frowned before taking another bite. I took my jokes seriously so laughing unnaturally will be a problem to me.
“Do not appear too clingy or-“
“We need to have a ta-“, Hayden started, walking into my room, but stopped and narrowed his eyes when he saw me stumbling to close the laptop’s lid. “What’re you up to?”

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Tales Tuesday V

Undercover IV

“Oh this is perfect!”, I exclaimed, plopping down on the sofa in front of the entrance door. “I could live here all my life.”

Hayden gave a short laugh. “Are you sure? There are bigger places that our company has rented before.”

I scrunched my nose at that. “Bigger doesn’t mean better. And something about this place just appeals to my inner introvert self.”

And I wasn’t lying. The place in itself wasn’t huge, but the way the furniture were organized made every nook and cranny look amazing.

The walls were light grey and covered in black and silver patterns. The main door was a solid black wooden door and on the wall beside hung a large flat screen T.V. The sofa I was sitting on faced the T.V. and was long enough to fit at least five people at the same time. Well, I know what I’d be doing in my free time.

I was walking towards the kitchen when Hayden cleared his throat loudly. I looked at him and he gestured at my suitcase that was standing beside him.

“What?”, I asked.

“Aren’t you going to carry your own bags?”, he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

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Tale Tuesday IV

Undercover III

My father’s lips droop more and more into a worried frown. “Are you sure you’ve kept your protective gears in?”, he asked for the third time, watching me push my suitcase close to zip it up.

“Yes, father dear”, I repeated with a sigh. Concentrating on the task at hand is almost impossible when your father is scrutinizing your every move to be ready to point out how unfit you are for the job just because he doesn’t want you to go. “Hasn’t Hayden arrived yet?”

“Well, look at that. My daughter is in such a hurry to leave me”, he tried again, making a sad face to appeal to my emotional nature.

“Daaad”, I whined, drawing out the ‘a’. “I’m going to be just fine! I’ll be sure to walk in your footsteps and never stray from the path. Before you know it, I’ll be back, a little older and a little wiser. Isn’t that what we all want? And besides, Hayden and Carly will be there with me. They’re good friends of mine.” If you call glaring at me at every chance they get a sign of sweet friendship, I added silently. Father seemed a little convinced though.

He sat down on my bed with a resigned sigh. “Hayden is a nice boy so maybe you’ll be fine on your first job. But I’ll be worried about you, honey. Text me at least once everyday, okay?”

I was about to deny but agreed after giving it some consideration. I wouldn’t want to upset father for no reason.

He stood up, ready to leave, but I had a request for him that I’d been afraid to ask of. “Dad”, I called hesitantly, not knowing how he would react.

“Yeah?”, he asked as he pushed the duffel bags lying on the floor to the side to make way for walking. “Such a mess you’ve got. I don’t know how you’re going to survive there. Hayden’s a boy after all so he’ll be messy as well and-”

“Can I take one of mom’s photos?”, I blurted out, unable to wait any longer. The last time we talked about her was two years ago and he’d been upset that we’d had even thought about bringing up the topic. That is why I was pleasantly surprised when he took one look at me and smiled.

“I was worried that my stupid behaviour from a few years ago forced you all to not think about her”, he told me before walking out of my room. He returned a few seconds later bringing a small pile of photographs. “Do you remember these?”, he asked sitting on the bed once again while I sat beside him. “You took these when you were seven. You were such a big fan of photography back then, even though you hand shook like that of a scared kitten. Look at your mother, she looked like an angel back then… ”

It felt nice to hear him ramble about mother, reminiscing all the sweet and bitter memories instead of trying to hide them under a bulk of other thoughts in his mind. His eyes twinkled in the same way they used to do when he used to look at mother. Their love is part of the reason that I haven’t given up on fairytale love stories and wished I had the same luck as them. Death took them apart but he still loved her dearly.

I was listening to another one of Leo’s and mine childhood stories when we heard a car roll into the gravel driveway. Soon, I heard voices inside the house.

“That’s my ride”, I said, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles on my outfit. Ironing an outfit never works when the person herself is a messy one. But at least the outfit was comfortable. Stretchy blue jeans, red checkered button-up and red Vans just screamed Megan, and I felt satisfied as I gave myself a last look in the mirror, tugging lightly on my ponytail to make it neater.

“Hey”, Hayden greeted as soon as he entered my room without my permission. He was clad in a plain blue t-shirt with sleeves folded halfway, black jeans and white and spotless white canvas sneakers. I didn’t know much about fashion but he wouldn’t be on my worst dressed list if I were a critic.

He then proceeded to put on a dazzling smile, as if we’d been best friends for years, and greeted my father with a handshake. I frowned at that. He’d never smile at me.

“You’ve become an excellent young man”, father commented with a pleased grin. “I am trusting you with my daughter, Hayden. Oh, I’m already so emotional, I can’t even think of what I would feel when she gets married and moves away from us forever.”

“Dad!”

They both chuckled at my horrified face and I shook my head at them before carrying my surprisingly heavy bags and walking towards the stairs.

“No, let them be”, Hayden stopped me before I could get out of the room. “I’ll carry them. You can just go downstairs and I’ll be there soon.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. “No, it’s fine. I can carry them. I’ve carried them before.”

He narrowed his eyes at me discreetly, showing me that he was not pleased. “No, please. I can’t let a lady carry her bags while I’m there.”

Now he was getting on my nerves. “Look, I-”

“Leo!”, father called out abruptly. An unintelligible yell sounded from somewhere in the house as a response. “Carry Megan’s bags to the car!”

“Right now?”, Leo asked, his voice now a bit near, with a grumbling tone.

“Yes”, father replied, leaving no room for argument, and left the room. As soon as he walked out, Hayden and I turned to each other.

“You don’t get to push me around”, I hissed. “I can do all my works without your help!”

“Yeah, if you had the strength of a mouse at the very least”, he threw back, pursing his lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean!? I have trained as much as you, you… scoundrel!”

“Do you even know what that means? Anyway, let me make this clear, you are not allowed to fight in this job, alright? It’s a man’s job and so, if you go on doing what you’re not supposed to, you’ll only make this difficult for us. You’re supposed to stay at home and try not to cause a ruckus-”

He groaned in pain, clutching his foot, and I felt a wave of satisfaction. I didn’t even know when I stomped on his foot but, boy, did it feel good.

“Alright, everything in?”, my father asked.

I gave an affirmative nod before subtly stretching my back. The bags apparently were a bit heavy, but I wasn’t going to admit that to the boy with a grumpy face who was a few steps away.

I hugged my father and then my brother, the latter a little forcefully, and then got into the passenger seat. I’m not going to lie, the car was fancy as hell. It wasn’t the one that he’d used before. This one even had foot rest below the seat and springy cushions to rest my butt on. Perfect.

“Remember to give me a call!”, my father told me for the umpteenth time. I only waved and grinned as a response as Hayden got in and drove the car away.

I took out the town map of the designated area from my bag again. I lightly swung my legs as I looked at all the names, though I’d probably memorized them all already, after looking at the town map every ten minutes. No, I wasn’t that interested in the town map. I was just doing that to busy myself as the silence in the car was too distracting.

Hayden hadn’t spoken a word to me, his mouth set in a hard line. I know we’d have  to talk eventually because we were working on a mission which would be a disaster without cooperation, but I refuse to give in so easily. It’d be like wrapping my independence in a box and gifting it to him. So I switched on the car radio and quietly sighed in relief when voices from it filled the car.

The car stopped, abruptly, in front of a house. Carly came up to the car with a duffel bag. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where we were. Her girly floral dress and bronze wedges surprised me. I wouldn’t openly admit it but she had beauty and knew how to flaunt it. I looked at my own outfit and sunk deeper into the seat.

She opened the backseat door and threw her bag in before opening the passenger door and looking at me. “Do you mind sitting in the back? Hayden and I have some important stuff to talk about.”

“What? No, I won’t-“, I stopped myself before I could say anything further. Yes, it was rude of her to just ask that but it’s not like I sit in the front and prolong the already uncomfortable silence. I had no reason to. “You know what? No, I don’t mind. Go on”, I told her and got out of the car before getting in the back and laying down comfortably.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”, Hayden asked with wide eyes. “I just got her serviced a few days ago!”

Her?”, I asked amusedly, not budging from my position. “So you’re one of those, huh? Well, at least now I know how to make you talk.”

“A person doesn’t normally talk to someone who attacked him”, he replied.

I scoffed. “It was barely an attack. And you deserved it!”

“I don’t see how-“, he’d started to say when he was cut off by the sound of Carly clearing her throat.

“You can’t let an immature person turn yourself into the the same, Hayden”, she said, loud enough for me to hear. I frowned but didn’t speak anymore. I didn’t agree with their patriarchal so there  was no need to entertain them. Hayden started driving as soon as Carly locked her door. “We’ve bigger concerns. Apparently, the man suspects our involvement already. He’d been seen upgrading his security. He’ll keep an eye out for us. Maybe check every visitor that enters the house. The mailman, milkman, newspaper boy, the tutors of his children. Everyone. So you two have to get information through the way that he’d least suspect-”

“Wait, what about you?”, Hayden asked. I listened intently at that part.

“I won’t be joining you two”, she replied. ” As much as I want to, someone has to do the tech work and hack into his security.”

I rejoiced silently. I respected her abilities and her skills. But her attitude? Not so much.

“So what do we do now?”, he asked.

“You two have to befriend some not-so-nice people. His children, more particularly. You’ve read the information sent to you, right? Leah Emily Braxford and Alexander James Braxford, children of Arthur Braxford and Emilia Johnson. The parents had a divorce six years ago when the two were 12 and 13 years ago and, as you both know, they’re both living with their father. They’re both quite into the relationship game so I won’t be surprised if either of them had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Now here’s what important information I’ve acquired. Leah loves archery and, even though she knows that her father doesn’t like her playing that sport, she sneaks off at every chance she gets to visit the local target area. Alexander, however, has no interest in sports or other activities but he sure does like to spend his time checking out new bars with his friends, Aaron and Nolan. I couldn’t find out what their last names are so you are going to have to figure that one out yourself. ”

“Impressive”, Hayden commented and I couldn’t help but nod. Did she constantly stalk them, physically or virtually? “What’s the situation with the apartment?”

“Pretty good. It’s not a big apartment because we don’t want to arouse suspicions. Three teenagers won’t be able to earn enough to pay for a grand apartment anyway. It’s not a bad area so the neighbours are most probably nice people. We have to constantly hang out with them to have them as our alibis when the time comes.”

“You mean ‘if’?, I asked, not liking the idea of using the neighbours for our own purposes.

“No, I mean ‘when’. I have no doubt the time will come”, she said and suddenly sat right up. “Stop right here.”

“Here?”, Hayden asked, pushing on the brake, with a confused expression. “Why?”

“I have some information to exchange here. I’ll get to the house on my own. Will see you there.” With that, she got her duffel bag out and walked away on a deserted street.

“Will she be safe… ?”, I asked, slightly worried without reason.

Hayden looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be happy she’s gone? She wasn’t particularly nice to you.”

I scoffed. “Oh believe me, I’m happy. It’s just my humanity randomly acting out.”

“Yeah, okay… ” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, sit in the front now.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t want to seem like a chauffeur driving you around.” I chuckled at that and he groaned. “Forget I asked you”, he said and started driving again. His lips were pursed and his face was grumpy but it was fun to tease him instead of him tease me for a change.

Well, that was until, five minutes later, I decided to grant his wish and squeeze through the gap between the front seats to get to the passenger seat. Apparently, that surprised him as he swerved heavily to the right when he felt my elbow brushing against his. At least it was a long straight smooth road with no vehicles on it.

“You’re crazy!”, he exclaimed but I just grinned in response. I think he secretly appreciated my action.

Undercover V

Tale Tuesday III

Undercover II

I shouldn’t have stormed off alone, I knew that now. It hadn’t hit me back then but I realized now that the place was more huge than what my mind could comprehend.

There were two escalators in the parking lot and I took the one closest to me without much thought. The room I arrived in was huge, completed with two wide hallways on either side of me and a floor-to-ceiling tinted window panning out on the entire opposite wall. Artificial  potted plants stood at two corners of the room. There was nothing else to interest the few people standing in groups so I assumed it was a waiting room. Mentally, I cursed myself. I didn’t even know which room to go to. Should I ask for ‘Boss’ room’? Did these people even call him Boss?

“Identification please.”

A beautiful redhead had stepped in front of me and was eyeing me dubiously. I felt self-conscious looking at her. Her hair was braided back and green eyes were outlined darkly . Her clothes were more than casual but that didn’t stop her from looking bold and professional. I sneaked a look at my outfit and pursed my lips.

“What, you can’t speak?”

I was about to reply when a blonde guy cut in with a lazy smile.

“Oh Carly, cut the gorgeous girl some slack. You forget you look terrifying”, he told the redhead as he slung an arm around her shoulders before throwing the same question at me again but with more charm. She shrugged him off immediately.

“Well?”, she prompted, looking back at me.

The second time I opened my mouth Hayden’s voice came from behind me.

“Don’t go running off, you idiot. You’re going to get me into trouble.”

I gave him a sarcastic smile. “If that’s the outcome, I’d keep doing the same over and over again”, I retorted.

“You’re kidding me”, the redhead, Carly, scoffed, looking up and down my body. “She is the new recruit?”

It angered me when Hayden replied with ‘I’m afraid so’.

“Boss is hiring anyone these days”, Carly muttered, angering me further.

“Oh you’re in for a surprise then”, I spoke to her for the first time, meeting her fierce stare. My inner self was actually cowering down in fear.

She raised her eyebrow in surprise then smirked at me. “Well, this I’ve got to watch”, she replied and walked off into the left hallway when the person behind the center desk called her name.

The blonde guy whistled low. “Feisty”, he commented as he smirked at me. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. “The name’s Xavier.”

“Okay, lover boy, get back”, Hayden pushed him away and clutched my arm to lead me into the right hallway. “I have to get her somewhere soon or my current record of punctuality will be flushed down in the drain.”

I gave the guy a smile before he got out of sight. Hayden pulled me into another room from the hallway. The room pretty much empty aside from a futuristic version of a manhole cover and multiple potted plants. The people here seem to like potted plants a lot.

He gestured for me to follow him and kneeled down in front of the manhole cover. I took a better look at it and raised my eyebrow when I saw a passcode lock on it. He typed the code quickly, sneaking a look back at me then blocking my line of sight when I tried to peer over his shoulder. He then pressed a button that caused it to open up, revealing a deep dimly lit hole.

“Get in”, he ordered.

I froze. Why were we going one floor below? Is that where they are hiding the dead bodies of enemies?

“Get in”, he repeated impatiently and I shook my head in reply. He furrowed his brows. “Why not? You’re wasting my time. You do remember that we have an appointment to attend in time, right?”

“How do I know you’re not going to close this cover on me? Or worse, taking me someplace else to kill me?”, I questioned, lifting my chin at him slightly.

“I’m torn between being satisfied by your new found cautiousness and being annoyed at how much you’re wasting my time”, he muttered before stepping down on the small steps at the side of the hole. “I’ll go first. Now, follow me.”

“Stop barking out orders at me”, I mumbled grumpily before following him down. I debated on whether to close the cover after me or not but decided not to. It could be my means of escape if I need one, I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the dimly lit head below me.

It seemed like hours had passed when I finally heard Hayden landing on solid concrete. I had now understood how Alice felt when she fell down the hole. I leapt off the steps and landed next to him immediately after. When I stood up after brushing myself off, I saw him looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“You can jump”, he commented with a surprised voice.

“Well, it’s time you start to believe that I can do much more”, I replied, trying to feign nonchalance when there was a sense of pride and accomplishment surging inside me.

We landed in another hallway. Initially, I’d been impressed by all the tech stuff that replaced the everyday objects that I’ve always seen in offices, but now my eyes itches to see a pop of colour. To my right was a dead end and to my left was the rest of the hallway, which was white and bare except for some monitors attached to the walls with a distance of one foot or so between them.

“When do we get there?”, I asked, frowning at the perpetual sight of the hallway as we walked through it.

He smirked. “Why? Tired?”

I scoffed at him. “Tired? I’d win a race against you any day.”

I probably wouldn’t but I’d say whatever I can to get him off my back because he’s spent the whole day commenting on my physique and behaviour and trying to find my weaknesses.

He stopped so abruptly that I almost crashed into his back. I stepped back and looked up to see him raising an eyebrow at me. “Get ready then”, he said before counting down, “3… 2…1-”

“What? Wait wait wait! I don’t even know the way! This will be unfair!”

“Jeez, excuses. What do you want then?”, he asked with a flat look.

I thought about it for a while before answering, “A head start!” and pushing him behind as I ran forward.

There was only one way to go with a turn, which hopefully didn’t lead to a diverged path, at the end. The entire hallway was void of any decorations and, at that point, I was probably running to escape the dullness there more than anything else.

I considered myself pretty good at running and took pride in that, so needless to say, I was boundlessly annoyed when I heard Hayden catching up to me. It wasn’t long before he was running alongside me.

No! This can’t happen! I’ll have to suffer through the endless gloating he’s bound to do if he wins.

We were getting close now. Just a few feet more. My lungs were burning for air as I ran like I was being chased by a group of cannibals.

I was close, but Hayden was closer. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and could see that I was going to lose. I panicked.

My foot shot out in front of him at the last moment and he tripped over it, falling down. I turned the corner and he didn’t. I cheered for myself.

“You cheater!”, he barked.

“I’m not!”, I protested even though I full well knew I was.

“That was a low move, Porter. You knew I was going to win so you cheated. Shows how little of a match you are for this place.”

“Quiet!”, a voice boomed across the room we’d arrived in. I looked over to see Boss strolling towards us. He shook his head at us disapprovingly. “You both seem to not have reached the appropriate level of maturity.”

I closed my mouth that I had opened to retort back. I had been surprised by his voice as I’d thought there was no one else in the room.

I looked around me and saw that we were in an ordinary office. There was no other way to describe it. It had a mahogany desk, a black spinning chair, a clipboard and everything else that are seen in an everyday office, including a fake potted plant in the corner of the room. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting anything more.

“Have a seat, Megan”, Boss invited and we both moved to sit down when he stopped Hayden. Hayden furrowed his brows and looked at the two empty chairs in front of us. “Carly is coming as well.”

“Stupid chivalry”, he muttered under his breath before clearing his throat. “She’s going to join us?”

Boss had turned to his computer and was typing something diligently. I noticed that it had a lot of storage devices attached to it. Maybe he stored the details of all the cases there.

“Yes. No. Maybe”, he replied and finished typing something before continuing, “She’s not equally responsible for this job as you two but she’ll be of great use if you need help so she can listen in now and have help ready for you two.”

“I’ve never needed help”, Hayden reminded him, his lips in a straight line.

“I know, but Megan is new here. Things can go wrong.”

I bit my lip to avoid saying something I’d regret. Even though he didn’t trust me yet, at least he gave me a chance. That’s enough for now. I’ll just have to show him how fit I am for this.

“Yes, Sir.”

I was startled by her sudden voice but no one else blinked an eye. I had to be more observant. Carly sat on the chair beside me when Boss offered. She even gave me a nod of acknowledgement, surprising me for a moment but I soon realized that she was acting prim and proper to get on his good side and stay there.

Carly hesitated before asking, “What… will Xavier be required to do now that he’s not working with Hayden, Boss? If I may ask…”

Boss just waved his hand, as if in dismissal. “Oh he’s ready  to handle cases on his own now. As for your case, I’ll e-mail you all the details – Megan, leave your contact details with Hayden- Now a quick run over for you, the man here is suspected to be involved in money laundering for almost a decade but we haven’t been able to find a single speck of dirt on them. The family is  from a high class society and, from what I’ve heard, very speculative, calculative and manipulative. We need young and fresh eyes on this. Now remember, we’re sending you two just as undercover. You will not, under any circumstances, attempt to take actions on your own because this guy? This guy knows how to keep us away at all times. I know you’ve handled cases on your own before, Hade, but this one’s not the same and I’m trusting you to not think with your own head, understand?”

“But I’m not made for undercover stuff, Boss”, Hayden weakly protested.

“You should be able to handle all kinds of jobs”, Boss replied in a stern not-taking-no-for-an-answer tone. He then looked at me, raising an eyebrow, and I realized that he was waiting for me to say something.

I stumbled over my words at the sudden pressure. “Uh, um, so what’s up with my initiation?”, I asked then visibly winced. I definitely did not know how to ask the important questions.

Boss chuckled. “Well, I forgot an important thing, didn’t I? I’ve decided that your initiation won’t be as the others had. This job that you’re going to be doing will show your personal abilities, adaptability, determination and teamwork skills. If you fail this job, you will not only be a disappointment to me and my hopes, but you will also fail the initiation. No need to feel pressured though.”

I stared at him with wide eyes as he flashed a bright smile at me.

Don’t be pressured? Hell, I’d be lucky if I didn’t bite my nails to their ends in frustration.

Undercover IV

Belated Tale Tuesday ( II)

“Name, Andrei Ruslett; Age, 42; Nationality, Italian and he has a very thick accent. We may only have a sketch but it will be easy to spot him. No need to assign more than one man on that, James, we both know all your men are extremely capable.”

My father’s chuckle sounded far away, making me press my ear harder onto the door.

“That’ll be handled, sir. You’ll have the information and the man on your hands by Monday”, my father replied.

There was an unmistakable squeak of the old lounge chair before the Boss spoke again. “Don’t call me ‘sir’, Porter. We started the job at the same time, it was only that I inherited the company from my father while you started at the bottom.”

“You know I just do that to rile you up. Besides that, what else have you got? A little birdie told me you have a lot of cases on your hands this month.”

My ears perked up at that and my heart raced.

“Oh we do”, the boss replied lightly. “But your men aren’t made for going undercover and these jobs are full of it.”

I frowned at the gender specific term and hoped my father would remember me.

C’mon, mention me already!

“Eavesdropping is considered a very serious crime here”, a low voice whispered in my ear, making me freeze.

I didn’t move so the person came around to face me. “You know, just because you’re frozen in a spot doesn’t mean you’re not here”, he said in a bored tone and when I still didn’t move he gave an annoyed sigh and opened the forbidden door in front of me, shoving me in. Whatever discussion had been going on stopped abruptly.

Along with the owner of the company, there were five other men in black suits. My father was the only underdressed one. Actually, that’s an understatement; he was wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a wifebeater.

“Hey!”, I protested, quickly steadying myself and straightening my clothes. It was then that I got a proper look at the person who ratted me out. Training taught me not to keep out attention fixed on a single spot so my eyes did only a quick sweep of the guy in front of me and the final verdict was that, with his tall height, chocolate brown hair, structured face and muscled body, he was pleasant on the eyes.

“So you speak?”, he questioned mockingly before shoving me forward again. “I caught this girl eavesdropping. What should be done with her?”

Well, his personality obviously doesn’t match his looks, I thought as I glared at him.

“Megan”, my father started with a dreary sigh but I jumped forward to defend myself.

“I didn’t hear much, I swear! I just heard the part about the undercover cases and-”

“For the last time, Megan, you’ll not be doing such jobs!”, my father interjected sternly, making me frown even more. “You are not ready for it.”

“Why not?”, I questioned loudly, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “I completed my training near about the same time Calvin and Leo did! They’re handling major cases while I’m here sitting in my pink room with my pink devices that you bought. I’m not a little girl anymore!”

“This is your daughter?”, the boss asked, drawing my attention. “Well, isn’t she all grown up!”

The man in front of me looked to be over six feet tall. He had a chiseled face that must’ve made the ladies swoon when he was younger, though I doubt it’s any different now, sporting a trimmed beard and twinkling moss-green eyes that were looking at me in a fatherly manner.

This is my moment, I gave myself a quick pep talk, I have to convince him to let me on a case.

I smiled at him. “Yes, I am his daughter and, like my hard working brothers who work in your company, I’ve trained hard and had completed the entire training course last year and I’ve trained on my own ever since to further increase my skills-” I paused when someone behind me, most likely the guy who shoved me in, snorted. I pursed my lips but continued,”I think I’ll be the perfect person for you on your next case.”

“Megan!”, my father scolded but the Boss’ chuckle stopped him.

He observed me amusedly for a long time but I stood my ground. He would’ve intimidated me if he hadn’t had the fatherly expression on his face. He looked at my father.

“Where had you been hiding such a fierce gem, James?”

My father sighed and I braced myself for the Megan-you’re-not-ready speech. I’d been hearing that for too long.

“Meg, these jobs are too tough for you right now and you’re just not-“, my father started but the Boss cut him off.

“Hold up, James. Megan, do you really think you can handle the jobs?”

My eyes widened and I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir!”

“Then fine, it’s decided”, he said, patting me on the back. “You can come to my office tomorrow and we’ll see which job will suit you.”

I was beyond happy.

“What?”, an annoyingly familiar voice asked in surprise and contempt. “You can’t be serious, dad. I mean, look at her! No offence, Uncle James, but she looks like the toughest she thinks she is is when she faces a spider, though I won’t be surprised if she can’t even face a spider.”

What the hell is his problem?, I growled in my mind. Wait, did he say ‘dad’?

“That’s enough, Hayden”, the Boss stopped him with a stern look. “Everybody gets a chance. Haven’t I taught you to be unbiased about things? Staying neutral is the key in this field and you know that.”

I blinked out of my act of comparing their faces and measuring the resemblance. They definitely had the same genes in them.

My father sighed again. “I just think it’s too dangerous for you, angel. If you are going to do this, we’re going to have a detailed talk about the rules you should follow.”

I instantly grinned at him and he chuckled at my reaction.

“You will, of course, have to pass an initiation test so bring all the brains and brawns that you’ve acquired to the table tomorrow, Megan”, the Boss informed me and tried to keep up a strict expression but failed miserably when I kept smiling widely at him. “Oh who am I kidding? You’re Porter’s daughter, of course you’ll do good.”

He stood up and everyone in the room, including my father, stood up, probably in respect or something. The boss and my father shook hands, joking about some memories that they had on the last case. It was nice to see them like this but I badly wanted him to go, for the sole reason of taking away the being that had been constantly drilling holes into the back of my head with his glares. I refused to turn back and face him because I admit, he’s a bit intimidating.

“Alright, Megan”, the Boss called I turned my head to look at him. “I believe you’d like my business card for the contact information, wouldn’t you?” He signalled one of his men standing in the room and I was immediately handed a card. “I think it’d be easier if my son came to pick you up for our appointment tomorrow.”

Hayden gave a surprised cough. “I do hope you’re talking about Mike.”

“Oh I mean you, of course. You know how Mike is with ladies”, his dad responded, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He walked out of the room, informing me of the details all the while. “You’ll meet me at 3:00 pm sharp. Tardiness is not tolerated, Megan. Hayden will pick you up at two. It’s an hour drive and the initiation will take two more so prepare accordingly.”

I choked on my own spit at the information. An hour drive? With that guy? Oh God…

Tale Tuesday I

“Name, Andrei Ruslett; Age, 42; Nationality, Italian and he has a very thick accent. We may only have a sketch but it will be easy to spot him. No need to assign more than one man on that, James, we both know all your men are extremely capable.”

My father’s chuckle sounded far away, making me press my ear harder onto the door.

“That’ll be handled, sir. You’ll have the information and the man on your hands by Monday”, my father replied.

There was an unmistakable squeak of the old lounge chair before the Boss spoke again. “Don’t call me ‘sir’, Porter. We started the job at the same time, it was only that I inherited the company from my father while you started at the bottom.”

“You know I just do that to rile you up. Besides that, what else have you got? A little birdie told me you have a lot of cases on your hands this month.”

My ears perked up at that and my heart raced.

“Oh we do”, the boss replied lightly. “But your men aren’t made for going undercover and these jobs are full of it.”

I frowned at the gender specific term and hoped my father would remember me.

C’mon, mention me already!

“Eavesdropping is considered a very serious crime here”, a low voice whispered in my ear, making me freeze.

I didn’t move so the person came around to face me. “You know, just because you’re frozen in a spot doesn’t mean you’re not here”, he said in a bored tone and when I still didn’t move he gave an annoyed sigh and opened the forbidden door in front of me, shoving me in. Whatever discussion had been going on stopped abruptly.

Along with the owner of the company, there were five other men in black suits. My father was the only underdressed one. Actually, that’s an understatement; he was wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a wifebeater.

“Hey!”, I protested, quickly steadying myself and straightening my clothes. It was then that I got a proper look at the person who ratted me out. Training taught me not to keep out attention fixed on a single spot so my eyes did only a quick sweep of the guy in front of me and the final verdict was that, with his tall height, chocolate brown hair, structured face and muscled body, he was pleasant on the eyes.

“So you speak?”, he questioned mockingly before shoving me forward again. “I caught this girl eavesdropping. What should be done with her?”

Well, his personality obviously doesn’t match his looks, I thought as I glared at him.

“Megan”, my father started with a dreary sigh but I jumped forward to defend myself.

“I didn’t hear much, I swear! I just heard the part about the undercover cases and-”

“For the last time, Megan, you’ll not be doing such jobs!”, my father interjected sternly, making me frown even more. “You are not ready for it.”

“Why not?”, I questioned loudly, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “I completed my training near about the same time Calvin and Leo did! They’re handling major cases while I’m here sitting in my pink room with my pink devices that you bought. I’m not a little girl anymore!”

“This is your daughter?”, the boss asked, drawing my attention. “Well, isn’t she all grown up!”

The man in front of me looked to be over six feet tall. He had a chiseled face that must’ve made the ladies swoon when he was younger, though I doubt it’s any different now, sporting a trimmed beard and twinkling moss-green eyes that were looking at me in a fatherly manner.

This is my moment, I gave myself a quick pep talk, I have to convince him to let me on a case.

I smiled at him. “Yes, I am his daughter and, like my hard working brothers who work in your company, I’ve trained hard and had completed the entire training course last year and I’ve trained on my own ever since to further increase my skills-” I paused when someone behind me, most likely the guy who shoved me in, snorted. I pursed my lips but continued,”I think I’ll be the perfect person for you on your next case.”

“Megan!”, my father scolded but the Boss’ chuckle stopped him.

He observed me amusedly for a long time but I stood my ground. He would’ve intimidated me if he hadn’t had the fatherly expression on his face. He looked at my father.

“Where had you been hiding such a fierce gem, James?”

My father sighed and I braced myself for the Megan-you’re-not-ready speech. I’d been hearing that for too long.

“Meg, these jobs are too tough for you right now and you’re just not-“, my father started but the Boss cut him off.

“Hold up, James. Megan, do you really think you can handle the jobs?”

My eyes widened and I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir!”

“Then fine, it’s decided”, he said, patting me on the back. “You can come to my office tomorrow and we’ll see which job will suit you.”

I was beyond happy.

“What?”, an annoyingly familiar voice asked in surprise and contempt. “You can’t be serious, dad. I mean, look at her! No offence, Uncle James, but she looks like the toughest she thinks she is is when she faces a spider, though I won’t be surprised if she can’t even face a spider.”

What the hell is his problem?, I growled in my mind. Wait, did he say ‘dad’?

“That’s enough, Hayden”, the Boss stopped him with a stern look. “Everybody gets a chance. Haven’t I taught you to be unbiased about things? Staying neutral is the key in this field and you know that.”

I blinked out of my act of comparing their faces and measuring the resemblance. They definitely had the same genes in them.

My father sighed again. “I just think it’s too dangerous for you, angel. If you are going to do this, we’re going to have a detailed talk about the rules you should follow.”

I instantly grinned at him and he chuckled at my reaction.

“You will, of course, have to pass an initiation test so bring all the brains and brawns that you’ve acquired to the table tomorrow, Megan”, the Boss informed me and tried to keep up a strict expression but failed miserably when I kept smiling widely at him. “Oh who am I kidding? You’re Porter’s daughter, of course you’ll do good.”

He stood up and everyone in the room, including my father, stood up, probably in respect or something. The boss and my father shook hands, joking about some memories that they had on the last case. It was nice to see them like this but I badly wanted him to go, for the sole reason of taking away the being that had been constantly drilling holes into the back of my head with his glares. I refused to turn back and face him because I admit, he’s a bit intimidating.

“Alright, Megan”, the Boss called I turned my head to look at him. “I believe you’d like my business card for the contact information, wouldn’t you?” He signalled one of his men standing in the room and I was immediately handed a card. “I think it’d be easier if my son came to pick you up for our appointment tomorrow.”

Hayden gave a surprised cough. “I do hope you’re talking about Mike.”

“Oh I mean you, of course. You know how Mike is with ladies”, his dad responded, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He walked out of the room, informing me of the details all the while. “You’ll meet me at 3:00 pm sharp. Tardiness is not tolerated, Megan. Hayden will pick you up at two. It’s an hour drive and the initiation will take two more so prepare accordingly.”

I choked on my own spit at the information. An hour drive? With that guy? Oh God…

Tag Tuesday II

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Rather than a person, I was named after a Pakistani Soap Opera. I’m not even Pakistani.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
A few days ago, I think. My mother is a bit cruel with her words at times and something she said hurt me, but now I don’t remember. That goes to show how often that happens.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
I mean, it could be a bit better.

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