The sound of the door slamming made Marco groan, already anticipating the audacious presence that dared to enter his office in such a manner. It could only be his beautiful secretary. Raising his head, he winced at the sight of her face."What happened to you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Patricia was taken aback by the worry in his tone, finding it disgusting. She had endured worse bruises than these—ironically, she had inflicted them on herself.She chuckled silently, recalling the show she had put on. Now it was time to put on the same act for this man in the grey suit. His hair was slightly shorter on the sides and longer on top, meticulously combed back without a strand out of place. His midnight black hair, along with his perfectly trimmed beard, accentuated his sharp jawline and added to his intimidating presence. Marco despised the fact that Patricia wasn't intimidated by him.Pointing her finger at him, she accused, "You happened!""What did I do? I'm not the one w
"Yes, if you just move closer, we will be kissing," he whispered, his lips inching towards hers, ready to bridge the gap between them. Just as their lips were about to meet, Patricia swiftly flicked him on the forehead, snapping him out of his mesmerized state.Marco blinked rapidly, regaining his senses. He instinctively recoiled, feeling a throbbing pain on his forehead. "Ouch! Why did you do that?" he groaned, gently massaging the spot."To prevent contamination. You actually wanted to kiss me," Pat chuckled. "I thought I wasn't your type."He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "You're not my type. I wanted to, um, bite your lips," he stumbled over his words."Ha! Really?" A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she leaned in closer. To Marco, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. He grew increasingly uncomfortable with Patricia's proximity."Y-yeah," his voice betrayed him. As she moved back, he finally felt a sense of relief, standing up from the table
With one hand casually in his pocket, Marco's steps faltered as he noticed the door slightly ajar. His eyebrows furrowed, and he chewed on his lips, debating whether to enter. "Did I shut the door?" he mumbled to himself. After a moment of internal debate, he shrugged and decided to investigate further.He entered the office cautiously, his eyes scanning every corner. Each step was measured, as if he were navigating through a minefield. Marco's gaze fell upon the tray on the table, holding a pristine white mug of coffee. Intrigued, he raised the mug to his lips, ready to take a sip. But suddenly, a tingling sensation crawled up his spine, as if someone was watching him.Abandoning the idea of coffee, he set the mug back on the tray and became suspicious of his surroundings. The slightly open door and the coffee couldn't be mere coincidences. "If it was Patricia, she would have stayed in my office or hers," he reasoned. He had stopped by her office earlier, but she wasn't there, so it c
"So... What can I do for you?" Patricia nonchalantly popped a bubble gum into her mouth, leaning back comfortably in the chair across from the detective."Just answer a few questions," he replied, settling into his seat, his eyes focused on a file he was perusing. He looked up, his hazel eyes meeting hers. "I heard you delivered the product to the victim?"She chewed on her gum for a moment before responding. "Yep, that's right." She blew another bubble, letting it burst loudly before retracting it into her mouth. "But you're making it sound like I'm the one responsible for the poor guy's condition."He arched an eyebrow. "Are you?"She shrugged, feigning uncertainty. "Who knows? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.""So, did you kill him?""Nope, definitely not. What makes you think I did?""Well, your words seem to suggest so. Did you?"She shook her head. "Nah, my words mean nothing. They just reminded me of how I used to mess with my high school teachers. I thought I'd do the same with you."
Patricia sat in John's car, parked in front of the police station. She had called Agent John to pick her up, and his dumbfounded expression upon seeing her there was priceless. He bombarded her with questions, which only served to frustrate her further, but she knew she had to tell him everything. She spilled all the details about the police visit to the company, her trip to the station, and her encounter with Booze. John scolded her in a concerned tone, emphasizing the need for caution."Patricia, why are you so careless? What if the police figure out you're an agent? That means the CEO will surely find out, and your mission will be over. Your job is on the line, Pat. You need to be careful," he lectured, ending on a calmer note.Rolling her eyes, Patricia retorted, "Fine, I'll be careful. In fact, if I ever do anything stupid, I'll wear a mask. Happy now?""Very. That's a brilliant plan. You should definitely do that because if you get caught, the agency will deny any association wit
Patricia shuffled into the elevator, dragging her feet lazily. Her bag hung around her neck, showcasing her exhaustion, and her bloodshot eyes betrayed a sleepless night. Each word John had spoken to her replayed relentlessly in her mind. The events of yesterday were enough to keep anyone awake.The elevator doors opened with a ding, and she let out a heavy yawn as she stepped out. Her scream got stifled when she saw Marco standing in front of her office door. "What are you doing here?" Her voice came out unusually high-pitched."I came to apologize... Are you okay? You don't look well. Those people lied to me," he gritted out. "I went to the station, and they told me they released you as soon as you gave your statement. I didn't know they lied. Did they hurt you?" He cupped her face, his eyes filled with concern as he gazed at her. She blinked at him in disbelief."Are you okay? The mosquitoes there must be hungry; that's probably why you didn't get a good night's rest. You look like
"This and this go together, right?" Loraine raised one of her thin brows at Marco, who was leaning dangerously close to her, causing her heart to race. Marco clasped his hands behind his back as he examined the picture of the necklace alongside a picture of a royal ball gown. He opened his mouth to speak, but Loraine quickly raised her hands, making him roll his eyes and move backward. Loraine could finally breathe again. "That is utterly rude," he tsked."Well, it's rude to hear terrible comments about my pairing. This is the thirtieth time you're going to say no when everybody else here finds it amazing. I seriously don't understand you, or maybe you lack fashion sense.""I do not lack fashion sense, I do have it. That's why I don't find the pairing suitable. It just doesn't look right to see them together.""Then what feels right to you?""Uhm... why don't you send me all the designs of your dresses, and I will design a necklace for each one that deserves the perfect match, except f
"And we are done, pack it well and meet me outside," he instructed Patricia, as he stood up, strolling out of the room with his shoulder held high and his hands tucked in his pocket. Patricia kissed her teeth as she cleared up the mess he made with files scattered on the table."Um... Patricia," she raised her head upon hearing Loraine's voice. "What can I do for you?" Patricia asked, curious."Ehm... Can I ask for a favor? Will you be able to do it?""I won't know whether or not I'm able to do it until I know what kind of favor you want to ask. I mean, if you're asking me to kill someone, that will definitely be a problem. Though, unless it is for a good cause, and if the favor is stupid, I don't do stupid things. So..." She pursed her lips, "what kind of favor do you want?""It's not stupid; I just want you to monitor Marco at the gala. Since I am not going with him, I need you to chase away all those hungry ladies that will come after him," Loraine said with a hint of desperation.P
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered
Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to an
Patricia's laughter dwindled as Marco sprang into action, hoisting Stacy up from the floor. Her eyes laser-beamed with irritation, lips pressed into a grumbling pout. "And he claimed he didn't like the girl," she muttered, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention to a nearby box. Relief washed over her as a grin curled her lips. Finally, something that resonated with her was here. She eagerly unloaded the contents and began arranging them with care.With gentle precision, Marco placed Stacy on the sofa, adjusting her flimsy nightgown and crossing her legs. A soft moan escaped Stacy's lips as Marco's fingers brushed her delicate thigh. His nose caught a whiff of the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen, prompting him to saunter over. There, he found an uncooked omelette in the pan, and a smile played on his lips as he deftly flipped it with a spatula. "She's truly making an effort to please me. Maybe, after I sort out everything in my life, I'll settle down with her, buil
The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft, delicate glow. Patricia greeted the day with a grumpy groan, her body staging a revolt against any form of movement. As her eyes gradually adapted to her surroundings, she was met with the sight of Marco, sprawled out comfortably on the bed beside her. His hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, and his touch sent delightful tingles dancing across her waist.Her emotions were in a comedic tug of war. On one hand, there was an undeniable desire to lean over and kiss his handsome face. On the other, a compelling urge to strangle him for the emotional rollercoaster he'd unwittingly taken her on. Opting to address the latter issue first, Patricia pushed his hand away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.The cool floor met her feet as she rose, her movements deliberate and careful. She silently made her way to the bathroom, the dull aches in her foot announcing themselves with each step. Splashing col