“If you want her, just say so.”Jonathan teased as soon as they entered their car. The rest snorted, more openly now.Mark quietly starts the engine and drives them to the field where the match will occur. This year, Columbia University is the host of this rugby union and so they had the home-field advantage. But it didn’t matter. They will win regardless of advantage.“She’s interesting,” was all Kael could say. “Don’t you think so?”“Sure, man. Whatever you say.”Kael looked out the window, the boys noisy and rowdy behind him as he sat on the shotgun. His fingers mindlessly fiddle with his lips.“She’s hiding something. I am almost sure of it.” Mark suddenly blurts out after a few minutes.“How so?”“It’s my first time meeting her, so I don’t know for sure. But she’s too composed and too controlled. She’s careful and tries hard to look… normal.” He glances at Kael at a stoplight. “So, sure, she is interesting.”Mark is the observant type. He’s quiet, but know he’s always watching. I
"Happy birthday to you..."The people were clapping while singing in Russian, smiling at her, and loosening up. Anna smiled shyly at everyone singing the birthday song while she awkwardly sat in the middle in front of her three-tier princess cake. Her body's stiffness immediately relaxed upon feeling a peck in her cheeks. She grinned at her father and clapped her hands too. "Happy birthday, Anna!""Thank you!"She was grinning all day. Her parents had the best 10th birthday planned out for her and she was at the peak of enjoyment throughout, it's this joyous every year but she's always thankful every time. At a young age, her parents had taught her to value even the most mundane things in life, and she's still living up to it."Anna! Let's play!"Her playmates invited her immediately after finishing lunch. Despite having a full stomach, she still pushed herself up to burn calories and do some physical things, like her mother always advised her to do to stay healthy."Wait!" She giggle
As the cloak of night fell on the busy streets of Manhattan, a particular manor shone differently with the lavish cars parked around it. The grand ballroom was buzzing with chatter and wine glasses clinking as everyone wait for the birthday celebrant to emerge. The place was filled with business tycoons and big personalities, a sign of the celebrant being an equally heavy personality.A few minutes later, the bouncer met an undistinguished old woman who seemed to be in her late 60s that still wore a red bodycon satin dress.He frowned at her. “Name?”“Annika Merriweather,” her voice was shaky and high pitched, definitely those of an old woman’s. She has a killer body, though, thought the bouncer. The grand double door opened and she was permitted to go inside, the list mysteriously having her name despite it being an unfamiliar one. Once inside the grand ballroom, her eyes scanned the crowd. There were all sorts of famous people dominating different kinds of industries in this room t
Somebody snitched. That one was obvious.“How did it get out if you haven’t left your location, then?” Rica asked a fellow agent.Currently seated amid a tension-suffocated room, Anna sat silently as the two repeatedly threw each other under fire for a piece of information strictly prohibited to be publicized that reached the media, thus making it to thousands of headlines in just a matter of a few hours.“I-I don’t know, Rica!” The agent, who was a few years younger than them, was subtly freaking out. Anna could tell from his fidgety hands and the heavy drops of sweat on his forehead. Who wouldn’t, anyway? This will reach the Minister in no time. “I just dozed off for, like, five minutes and I woke up to see the transfer complete on the monitor! It’s not my fault!”Anna scoffed, having to hear enough of his stupid excuses. “That’s entirely your fault. You slept while on duty and completely brought down your guard, leaving the Ministry’s archives open to any hacker. Had you not been h
Max went directly to his car after they were dismissed. He zoomed through Manhattan traffic and reached the HQ in less than an hour. He was still five minutes late, despite him leaving the campus as early as he could."I apologize for being late."Multiple pairs of eyes fell on him as soon as he entered the room. Its windows were covered by thick curtains, almost cloaking the entire room in darkness, if not for the hologram screen on one end of the room. In the middle was a long table full of men in suits, and a man in a wheelchair at the end.Max skimmed the looks on their faces—curiosity, disapproval, nonchalance, and many more were present in the faces of over twenty men at the long table. He tried to catch sight of the man at the end’s face, but thought it’d be nothing he wants to see, so he decides against it.“Take a seat, Agent Gomez.”He accepted the offered seat to him, and the meeting commenced. He listened quietly to the updates for the recently completed missions. The usua
It had been three days after the partners for thesis work were announced. Three days since he asked for her email. And three days… of her waiting.Anna is not the ideal woman to be kept waiting. Her patience is as short as the lifespan of her victims—which is not long at all. Does he intend to be one of her victims? She’d gladly kill him off for wasting her time.Rica caught her sharp glare as she placed down their lunch. “You look like you’re enjoying our day off,” she greets sarcastically.She quietly looked away and took a burger from her plate.“Is this still about your thesis partner? That hot foreign exchange student?”“He is not hot,” she sourly argued. “He looks unkempt. His hair looks like a muddy mop.”“He is hot,” Rica counters, munching on her own burger. “He’s already famous, too. Still not as famous as Yezekael, though.”Ah, Yezekael Ferrer. The campus resident playboy. She knows him. She needed to know about him if she wanted to stay under the radar. Getting anywhere ne
The email was, to say the least, brilliant.It contained a list of his proposed topics for their thesis—complete with the problem, its background, and his proposed ways to mend the problem. There were also some case studies with supporting materials. There were ten proposals. She read through all of them and was thoroughly impressed.They were interesting, unique, and meticulous proposals. They could win as the best thesis for each one of these. They could land the top marks if the results were just as interesting as the study.However, she couldn’t help but list down each proposal’s flaws. New and fresh, yes, but they had their own reasons as to why they weren’t studied enough, or why his proposed solutions won’t work. He was smart. But she was smarter.She starts typing her reply, commenting on every proposal, and articulating her thoughts as best as she could. Now that she knows her partner is actually competent, perhaps just a little slow, she is relieved. His proposals were also
“I think we’ve got a pretty chill mission this time,” said Rica as they sat next to each other on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching the nth episode of some mystery crime series they found on Netflix.They were both in their pyjamas, as it was a weekend, and their faces were unrecognizable with the animal-patterned facial masks occupying their entire face. Rica’s hair was additionally curled around heatless curlers.“Right?”“Mhmm.” Anna unintelligibly hums in agreement, her mouth full of ice cream, her eyes glued to the screen. “That murderer’s quite intelligent,” she comments, her attention focused on the show.“As long as he hides the body correctly, he could be hired as part of the Ministry’s clean-up department.” Her friend beside her agrees, her attention smoothly shifting from one topic to another. “Ah! By the way, do you know Mika, my partner?”“Who?”“Mika, my partner in the thesis.”“Ah. What about her?”Their eyes remain on the TV as they conversed, easily