All Chapters of Permission to Wed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Miranda Newman"Seriously, Stan," I try once again to get my boss's attention. I think he purposely annoyed me."I've already told you, Miranda, until you learn to control yourself, I won't let you go on another mission. We lost a lot last time because of your..." "I know, impatience," I interrupt, rolling my eyes."I was going to say stupidity, but impatience works," he says, smiling and making me look like an idiot. Stupidity? I saved the damn mission. Okay, maybe I let the criminal escape and the warehouse caught fire because of me, but hey, I brought the victim back alive (let's ignore the sprained ankle when I pushed her down the stairs so she could escape). That counts for something, right? Well, not in the eyes of my annoying boss."And what do you expect me to do?" I ask irritably, crossing my arms."I don't know, maybe try yoga?" he says, smiling. Yoga? Do I even have time for yoga?I huff in frustration and turn my back to that insolent creature.I walk through the corridor

Miranda NewmanOver the course of two weeks, my routine continued almost normally as it was before the punishment, with the only difference being that I had a Briton on my back every moment of my day at the agency. Not that I was complaining... God, it was so good to have that glimpse of paradise all the time, but I wished that vision didn't have such a serious expression. The man urgently needed to smile more.My day started with training, where he insisted on giving me exercises that worked on my self-control. I swear, with his Zen lessons, he would eventually ask me to stand up and applaud the sun.It wasn't all bad; despite everything, I had a lot of fun mocking his "I am a serious and responsible agent" attitude and occasionally amusing him with my provocations.It was rare, but sometimes I could see a ghost of a smile on his lips. Like the day when I couldn't stop talking during yoga. Yes, he still insisted on doing that, claiming it was a great relaxation and self-control techn