Olivia arrived at the office with a health smoothie and coffee in tow, going against her very nature to bow down to someone who asked for things so disrespectfully, She even grabbed her own caffeinated beverage at the cafe in hopes that it would carry her through what was going to likely be a hectic morning. At least she didn't think they would put her in front of the CEO right away. It would be cruel to subject a newbie to that on her first day.When she was a secretary, much of it was spent training and she imagined similarly for her first week there.'May the matcha latte gods carry me through this morning,' she prayed silently and sarcastically. She wasn't religious but she needed all the help she could get.Matcha lattes were Q's drink but she grew to love them. She wasn't always sentimental, but it felt like he was still with her when she drank them and she needed his steadfast encouragement that day.On the elevator ride to almost the very top of the skyscraper, she took a few
That golden-haired, shapeshifting bastard was supposed to be her target. All it took was one night to mess everything up. Olivia Perez felt lonely in a city she didn't know well enough to form real friendships, so she sought company at an understated bar. There she could blend into the casual environment where she stuck to the shadows in dark clothing. The moment a handsome man walked through the door, she was drawn to him based strictly on his confidence.'An American accent, how charming,' she thought, as she watched the man order a drink. 'I hope to God he's not a werewolf.'In her line of work as an agent for the Supernatural Intelligence Agency, she had seen her fair share of things no amount of drinking could make her forget. It was pathetic that she desired to find a regular human man to settle down with one day if her fast paced life ever slowed down.She took a sip of her gin and tonic with extra lime, wondering if the dark haired man could be her company for the evening. S
“Please… Please…”The room was dark and Olivia could smell blood with each shallow breath she took. It wasn’t her blood she was smelling. Despite how incoherent she was from blood loss, not a drop of hers was wasted in the cold room she lay in.The vampires made sure not to spare an ounce. Each time they drank from her she felt herself get fainter and fainter.It could have been days, but she had such a bad measure of time. The world spun if she opened her eyes for a long time. “It’s going to be okay…” She wasn’t speaking to an empty room–at least that’s what she had convinced herself. Q was still alive, wasn’t he?Sweeping her hand across the dust covered floor, she grabbed her partner’s arm. “Q?” she whispered. “I’ll get us out of here. I just… Need to rest first.” She was in and out of consciousness from there. The vampires occasionally gave them sips of water which was their only sustenance for God knows how long. Of course, the vampires kept their den dark. Most had evolved
The contents were unbelievable. The SIA wanted Olivia to make herself even more vulnerable than she was in the vampire den. At least in that place she was allowed to be armed. In the corporate world, they wouldn’t take kindly to her wearing guns or knives."Ian Novak," Olivia groaned as she tossed the folder containing the briefing of her latest target. "CEO of RK Nielsen. His appearance makes my skin crawl and he's got to be at least fifteen years older than me."Beeps coming from a heart monitor were making it hard to think straight. The wires and tubes all over Olivia were making her feel itchy, but it wouldn't be right to throw a tantrum like a child. As she turned her head towards her present company, Olivia felt like the entire world was shaking. Blood loss wasn't something to mess around with, it turned out. For her entire twenties, she had worked so hard to become someone the agency trusted with hard missions, but for the very first time, she failed. They had overlooked a d
Leaving the hospital without a family member or friend to pick you up would have offended most people, but Olivia wasn't like others. A car had been sent for her that would immediately take her to the airport. She would undergo a month of training at a top-secret base in China before relocating once more to London. After multiple calls between her and the agency, she finally decided to participate in the mission. It wasn't physically dangerous but shapeshifters were known to be slippery. They were cunning and strong. All the SIA was there for was to neutralize them and even the score. These people could live out in the open with full rights, but they had to follow strict rules if they wanted to participate in human businesses. It was clear that Ian Novak was doing everything but that. Once she was finally in the private jet that would take her away, Olivia went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the dingy lighting. At least she looked more alive than when the agency found
Settling down was easy enough.It wouldn’t be uncharacteristic for her to feel and seem lost in a new city as old and busy as London. The aimlessness she felt until she was able to get into the office was very much real. The dread of having to go to work on Monday was real as well.She was no longer allowed contact with anyone in the SIA except for the information division. That would be her lifeline for familiarity. In her prior briefings, it was suggested to make friends so it would seem like she was truly working there. The thought made her cringe. She would rather be alone than around people unfamiliar to her. Her trust in others was nonexistent in a world full of supernatural beings.Her first day was a success mostly having to go through HR required training and being shown the simple nature of her job.Olivia survived a few more days then a week as Executive Account Manager Percival Whitmore's secretary. She hadn't stepped on toes or gotten so irritated with incompetent people
Dark hair and the sickening scent of cheap cologne. Ian couldn't be such a talented shapeshifter that he could fake his own scent, could he? The man pinning her to the wall wore a plain suit. His quick way of neutralizing what he deemed to be a threat was practicing self-defense used by security guards to hold down someone but not harm them. Since they were security and not law enforcement, they could get into trouble if harm came to someone even if they were doing something bad. Olivia's years of training made her recognize this immediately. The look of astonishment was genuine. She thought for sure Ian had caught her and her cover was blown. The man asked her who she thought she was following and she had to come up with a believable excuse. "I-I'm new here," she spoke timidly and unlike her usual self. "If you would let go of my wrist I could show you…" She brought a sticky note with her to remember the executive's coffee order. There was also a slip with instructions on retr
In Olivia's line of work, death was around every corner. It was something she lived beside often and had grown to accept. At first, it wasn't easy to adopt such callousness. It went against human nature to live alongside death and not fear it. Yet she had to become cold or she would crumble and become a failed agent. It was never certain where people like that went. They had seen too much for civilian life but were no longer usable to the SIA. She knew she had to keep her feelings to herself. In the situation with Q, it was the first time she was hit hard with the reality of never seeing someone again. The impermanence of life scared her for a while, but she had to train those thoughts out of herself and remind herself that the life she worked so hard to achieve would be ripped from her grasp if she was afraid of death just like the others. She would never be a failed agent.Despite thinking Executive Whitmore was an incompetent human being with the privilege given to him by comin