Olivia knew she was staring when her brother walked through the door with an SIA badge hung around his neck and his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His expression told her that he wasn't playing around. She wasn't entirely sure if this was a message from the agency or because he couldn't make direct contact with her without compromising things. Was it personal or business?From the moment she heard of Executive Whitmore's death, red flags were raised in her mind. She had a couple of avenues she would like to explore regarding the cause but she supposed it would be best to hear her brother out first. She was sure not to reflect her familiarity with the agent in front of her. Appearing small would be better with her hands hidden in her sleeves and shoulders slumped."I can take over from here," Jose said to the detective. "Thanks." The detective left without another word, knowing that he couldn't interfere if there was a federal investigation happening. The SIA was a well-known
To say Olivia woke up on the wrong side of the bed was an understatement. The night before, she skipped dinner because of being called into the police station. Then she tried to go to bed at her usual hour only to toss and turn at the irritation that her mother was getting involved in her life in such an unsavory way. Nova had told her to carve her own path with this mission and that she was going to have minimal involvement so it would seem more believable. How would it be believable if people around Olivia started dropping like flies or disappearing? It seemed that her mother also crafted it to look like vampires or werewolves were the ones who killed her boss. She was trying to stay out of supernatural crimes so that people wouldn't suspect her of being involved. Particularly, she didn't need Ian to think she had any privy to supernatural beings. She wanted to seem like a regular human who feared them just like everyone else. She didn't fear them, however, she hated their divi
Olivia was permitted to finish off the rest of her week at the office of the late Executive Whitmore. There was a lot to do regarding filling in his partners on the situation. She spared details and spoke politely if they wanted to call. Even though she wasn't much of an actress, she was getting to exercise that side of herself much more than she ever had before. People tried to comfort her and she had to act receptive despite having only known the man for a couple of weeks. Some even shared anecdotes of why he was a good man and she stomached the stories with words offering comfort. She felt lucky that most of the conversation was done over email. By the time she sent the last notice to a partner, she was burnt out of talking to others. Hearing another inspiring story about the man who used to ogle her breasts each time she didn't dress like a nun was becoming harder and harder. On top of cleaning up the man's professional life, Olivia had the horrible privilege of being the firs
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