book 1 of 4
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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"Holy shit," JJ mumbled as he reached up to graze the glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, trailing silently after the girl. His widened eyes glanced at the glorious cherry wood desk and the many ancient-looking artifacts embellishing the room.
Bianca ignored him, rolling her eyes as she headed straight for her father's desk and scanning the draws. She opened a few, but closed them when she realised they were meaningless to her– pens, documents, a compass, files.
JJ stood up and joined her at the desk, glancing around the room with narrowed eyes until he paused at the photo frames of Bianca and her family. He lifted one up– a baby photo of the girl sitting beside a sandcastle with a toothless grin on her face, "Aw, B," He cooed, but she quickly snatched it away.
"JJ," She huffed, placing it back, "Concentrate- we're on a mission," He had to find the translations and she had to find the reason why her father was acting so suspicious.
The boy only chuckled, trailing around the room till he stopped once again at the bookshelf on the wall. He began pulling out various books halfway– Shakespeare, Hemmingway, Fitzgerald, Austen, but put them back almost immediately.
"What are you doing?" Bianca frowned, joining the boy at the shelf.
"Hypothetically," JJ hummed, "If I was crazy rich and had no idea where to put my money- I'd hide stuff behind a bookshelf, like in the movies, right?"
The girl scoffed, shaking her head, "My dad's not an evil genius, he's-"
Her voice was cut short when a hissing sound emanated from the shelves just as JJ pulled out one of Plato's books, 'Timaeus.' The bookshelf opened just an inch, revealing a small crack in between.
JJ turned back with a smirk, "Told you," glancing at the girl who's eyes were widened in awe.
"Shut up," Bianca rolled her eyes, helping JJ to slide open the bookshelf.
"Not another safe," JJ groaned at the locked metal box embedded into the wall.
"Another?" Bianca narrowed her eyes, "No- you know what- don't tell me, I don't want to know."
JJ leaned of her shoulder, watching as the girl stepped forward and began twisting the lock, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to open it," Bianca ground out, "But I can't do it with you breathing down my neck," She snapped and the boy quickly backed away with his hands held up in surrender.
JJ began walking around the office again before plopping down on the black-leather couch with a huff, "What's this?" He mumbled, picking up a glass vase with intricate hieroglyphics.
