Chapter 3

Patricia seethed with anger and hatred towards the officials of the Fighting Crime Agency. She despised the senseless people who ran the sham organization. "That is the only option they gave. If you succeed in investigating the company, they will consider you being a good agent,” John, her superior, said with a sigh.

Patricia scoffed, “Why the hell are they investigating the company?”

“Well, they believe the company is into some shady business since they are the most successful company in the world. They took an investigation on the company, they did not find anything tangible so that is when they thought that you need to seduce the CEO to get closer to him, so you can know what he is hiding.”

As soon as John finished speaking, Patricia burst into laughter. "I see. So because of their jealousy, I'm asked to behave like a whore, a DESPERATE SLUT. I should seduce him just to bring down his company.” She felt resentment towards the jealous officials who came up with the ridiculous plan.

“I know it is difficult and stupid, but you have no choice, Pat.”

“Well, I do have a choice, and that choice is me giving up what I work hard for and not belittling myself to prove to some fucked-up people. I will not do that, sir,” Patricia said, annoyed.

“Pat…” John started to say, but Patricia raised her hand to stop him.

“Please, respect my decision. I will be glad if you do.” She inhaled then stretched her hand forward to him. “It was really nice to be trained by you, sir. Thank you, sir. I'm sorry it went down the drain. I'm sorry.”

John took her hands into his, squeezing it softly. “No, it was not a waste. It is the greatest thing I have ever done in my life. Anytime I see you, I am proud and say to myself I'm the one who trained her.” Patricia rolled her eyes at him.

“I have never regretted the day I saved you. I'm so glad that I took that decision. I respect your decision, but I'm pleading with you to reconsider your decision, please.”

Patricia saw a tear roll down John's cheek, and she couldn't help but taunt him. “Are you crying?”

John quickly wiped his face, denying it. “I'm not crying, something just entered my eyes,” he said, blinking his eyelashes.

Patricia laughed at him. “It is really sweet that you are crying for me.” She teased him, relishing the opportunity to get back at him.

He groaned. “I'm not crying, believe me or not.”

“For your sake, I will,” Patricia said, not willing to let go of the opportunity to tease him.

“Whatever,” John said, rolling his eyes. “How I wish you could just accept the mission. I will be glad.”

“I have made my decision, John,” Patricia said, deadpan.

“I know, but I'm pleading. You are one of the people that are keeping this organization standing. There are other ways to seduce him. It is not by force to use your body to seduce him.”

“Then what are the other ways?”

“I don't know. You are a girl, not me,” he said, earning an eye roll from Patricia. “But we can never know if you don't try.”

“There is nothing you can say to convince me, John.”

“Well, I tried.”

“Goodbye, sir.” Patricia dropped her gun and ID card on the table, then turned to walk out.

“You will visit me?” John called after her.

“I will try, and congrats on your promotion, Chief.”

“Thank you,”

~

Three days of no action felt like hell to Patricia. She had done all sorts of things to keep herself busy—cook, play video games, eat, play video games, cook, play video games, then eat again. That had been her regular routine during those three days.

So boring!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Patricia groaned, rolling on the bed too lazy to stand up. She asked, "Eny, who is at the door?"

"A pregnant lady whose name is Mrs. Chloe Miller, working in the F.C.A as a record officer," the artificial intelligence responded in a robotic voice.

"Thank you, Eny."

"You are welcome."

Ah! The benefits of being rich. Patricia was lucky enough to have enough money to install an artificial intelligence in her own house. Maybe that's why people were jealous.

She lazily pushed herself off the bed, landing on the floor with a big thud. She groaned while standing up and made her way back to the bed. "Eny, please inform Rob that someone is at the door, and he should direct the person to my room," she said, not in the mood to walk.

"Okay."

After a while, Patricia heard footsteps coming towards her door. It opened, and Chloe walked in with an amused smile on her face, looking awestruck.

"You live in HEAVEN!" she shouted in awe, shutting the door behind her as she entered fully. "Your decor is so amazing. Why haven't I been here?" She folded her arms underneath her breast, tapping her foot.

"Because I rarely come home," Patricia replied, stretching her hands above her head as a yawn came out from her mouth.

"You look like shit," Chloe commented on her look.

Just what Patricia didn't need right now.

"Yay! Thanks." Sarcasm dripped from her tone as she wiggled her hands in the air.

"I'm not joking, you really do look like shit." Chloe shoved her small mirror to Patricia's face. Sighing, Patricia stared at her face on the mirror. She really did look like shit. Her hair was in a dishevel state, looking matted and clumpy. This was the kind of hair birds do take as a nest. She looked like a mess. When was the last time she combed her hair? Argh! Can't remember.

She grunted, plopping her head down to the pillow. "I'm bored, Chloe."

"You are bored? If I live in this kind of house, I will not know the meaning of boredom. Girl, I will kill to have your life."

"Well, I won't kill to have your life. Having your life means that I will have your boring job and marry your boring man."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Whatever. At least it is not boring to me. I love my job and my husband." She said proudly with a smile lingering on her lips.

Patricia smiled at her. She really did love her job.

She groaned. "I miss being in the battlefield, chasing criminals, and beating them to the brink of death. I miss it so much."

Chloe shook her head with a laugh. She walked towards the bed, sitting on it. "If you really missed it that much, then accept the mission."

Patricia sat up abruptly, wondering how Chloe knew about her situation. As if reading her thoughts, Chloe answered, "Chief John told me. Yes, he did send me here, but I also wanted to check on your well-being." She placed her hand on Patricia's hand, but Patricia couldn't believe that John had sent Chloe here just to convince her. Did he really think she would listen to Chloe ? She didn't think he was that smart.

Chloe continued talking, "When Chief John told me that you refused to accept the mission, I was happy you refused. But now seeing you, I'm not happy. I want you to say yes, Pat, for you and for your mom."

Patricia's ears perked up as Chloe mentioned her mom. "How is seducing the CEO related to my mom?"

"Not that, being his secretary. The company is looking for someone eligible to be hired as the secretary of the CEO. Remember when you told me about your mom's work, how you have always wished to be like her? Now is your chance to be a secretary, just like your mom."

"Dreams changed," was Patricia's response. She couldn't imagine being a whore.

Chloe chuckled lightly and said, "You are just nineteen, Pat. You spent ten years in the organization, not doing anything apart from fighting. When will you feel the wonders of being an adult or enjoy the world? Not everything is about fighting and crimes, Pat."

But to Patricia, it was all about fighting and crime.

"I understand that you think seducing the CEO means sleeping with him, but there are other ways to seduce him. I don't know what they are, but you can check on G****e. I'm not going to beg you to accept the mission or not, but all I want to say is that 'there are things that will come our way which will appear hard, but they aren't. You won't know until you take that leap.' Sometimes, Pat, we have to do stupid things just to get what we love. Do it because you have no choice."

"But I do," Patricia argued.

The pregnant woman sighed, "No, you don't. If you did, why aren't you in the agency? Why aren't you doing what you love? Pat, you don't have a choice. This is the only option you have. You've spent ten years of your life fighting. When do you want to stop, Pat?"

"Till I die," Patricia thought to herself.

Chloe continued, "Okay, I understand that you don't want to stop, but have a break, Pat. Use this opportunity to enjoy the wonders of being an adult. That was your mom's dream. Why don't you use this opportunity to be free from all their troubles?"

Patricia sighed. "I will think about it."

"Well, that's a good response. I'm hungry," Chloe said as she stood up, yawning and rubbing her stomach.

"There's food in the kitchen. If you see Rob downstairs, tell him to give you the chocolate cake in the oven."

Chloe squealed with excitement and ran out of the room. "Run carefully so you don't fall. I don't want your husby blaming me for your death," Patricia shouted after her, laughing at her friend's reaction. Chloe's obsession with sugar was getting out of hand.

Picking up her phone from the nightstand, Pat dialed Agent John's number. On the first ring, he answered.

"I see Chloe has succeeded in convincing you," he said.

Pat rolled her eyes. "What if I told you she didn't?"

"I know you more than yourself, Pat. If she didn't, you wouldn't have called me. Or why did you call ?"

She let out a tsk. "Anyways, that's why I called."

"Ah! I knew it."

"Whatever." He laughed. "So how am I going to get into the company? I don't have any credentials or training to be his personal secretary."

"I've got it all covered up. Don't worry. Just take lessons from Chloe."

"What?!" Pat exclaimed. "So now I have to be a whore, and I have to take boring lessons. Why is my life so difficult?" She groaned softly.

"Please don't argue with me. You need the training, Pat."

"Okay." She groaned.

"Good. I wonder how Chloe was able to convince you," he grumbled.

"I laughed, "Well, she spoke sense to me."

He gasped dramatically. "Are you trying to say I don't have sense?"

"Maybe, I don't know." Pat bit her cheek, trying to suppress her laughter.

"Why you..." She cut the call and fell back on her bed, laughing.

She went to her app section and clicked on G****e, typing "the ways to seduce your CEO." Scrolling down, she saw a lot of ridiculous things. "If your boss makes a joke, laugh and place your hand on his forearm." She read out loud. "Like seriously, even if his joke is dry, I should laugh?"

She didn't even know how to flirt and smile. Her face would hurt too much from putting on fake smiles. She snorted, reading more of the ridiculous things she was seeing. She huffed, flinging her phone to the other side of the bed.

Then she remembered what Chloe said. "I understand that you think seducing the CEO is sleeping with him, but there are other ways to seduce him."

Hmm...there are other ways. Like tormenting him.

Hehehehehe...