Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r E l e v e n

Y/n's POV:

I read pamphlet that briefly updated me on how this evening is going to go...

'HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL

Hello Mr. Cameron and Ms. Y/l/n.

We have already decided on the main plan of how we will confiscate our enmity of their sacrosanct files, however here is a detailed run-through...

At half past nine, we will all meet at the entrance of our office, then, you two will enter the 'Function Agency', showing them the document on the other sheet of paper and demanding a negotiation since the total sum has been erred, you will be told to go to the twenty-sixth floor, however one of you will stay on the twenty-fourth one, guarding, and the second person goes to the twenty-fifth one, waiting at the left-corner and at quarter past ten-sharp, you will run towards the two guards, acting as if a tumultuous-tantrum is occurring downstairs, at that moment, we will fire up and they will have no choice but to run and check, then, you fetch out the key that you earlier fished from the reception board whilst the concierge is signing you up, you will open the office numbered as '27F', enter it and quickly open one of the drawers attached to the main table, take the most valuably-looking one, and then, whoever is on the twenty-fourth floor will talk in aid and warn you, when to leave, you both exit through the yonder-threshold on the West-side, down the staircase, and there will be a black-Audi outside, jump in and we are taking off...

The bag of your attires is already delivered to your apartment, it's optional, but in the document it says that you are both french, maybe work on that?

With Kind Regards: Entrepreneur Of Estates Publishing Centre, Lewis Moore.'

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Great, now it's not just pretending to have any sort of correlation with Cameron, we are also french, why would they even add that?

I open the kit and my eyes widen momentarily, 

I pull out a silky-black dress, it has a steeping cut that would trace down my right leg, two modicum straps and a 'v' cut, it's gliding down and is tighter around my waist, depicting the physique, then, I fetch out black-matte heels, straps once again would wrap around my ankles and then, completing a look with a beige coat,

I guess we have to do it...

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Curling my hair in a bun in order prevaricate struggles later on, leaving two-wavy locks out, finishing off the makeup, I put on the dress, and it is how I imagined, reaching below my knees, a cut tracing along my leg, silky and swathe against my skin and some matte heels, putting the coat on, I clutch the purse, stuffing in the files, I exit the room and coincidentally, I am met with Rafe right in front of me as he was opening the door for his room as well, our eyes meet once again, 

His hair is gathered however bifurcated into two parts, white blouse with a black tie and a black vest, tucked in black trousers, his sleeves on the blouse are rolled up, depicting om his veiny arms, he is finishing off in cuffing them up as we do not break the eye contact, his eyes then trace down my body and back up, smirking, 

'Do you have the papers?'

'Yes.' I answer, he creases his eyebrow and gestures his head for us to go,

'Keys?' I ask, he bites the inside of his cheek and gives me the keys from his pocket, hesitant, 

'Thank you.' I mutter, grinning, 

'Stop grinning, you'll try just once.' He proclaims, as we initiate our way towards the garage...

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I sit next to the wheel, Rafe next to me, he despises not being in control, not dominating everything, even driving the car made him feel superior, 

He inspects my each and every move, as I start the ignition, put a seatbelt on and notice that he doesn't have one harnessed to him, 

'Could you please put your seatbelt on?'

'And if I don't, will you let me drive?' He asks, 

'No, I'll just press brakes unexpectedly and you will fly out yourself.' I mutter, he turns his head, visibly pissed, he grasps my wrist and pulls me closer, his breath once again-against my skin, making me tingle, 

'Less of that attitude and then I'll consider letting you drive, because I can take this privilege off of you in a heartbeat, so be careful with what you say princess.'

'Please, put your seatbelt on.' I respond, infuriated from the inside, he then smirks and secures a seatbelt over himself, 

'Thank you.' I muse, as then I finally begin driving, pulling out of the garage, it feels so nice, the leather of the steering wheel gliding against my skin, the ability to control the car, it does feel nice, 

I follow the navigator and get us to our destination, soft melody in background, Rafe's eyes over what I am doing...

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Pulling over, I set the vehicle and glance at Rafe, 

'You see, it was not so bad, was it?' I ask, he scoffs, 

'It was fine.' He mutters, I take it as 'no, it was not bad at all'.'

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We are met by Lewis and his crew, some on computers, some in black suits, just standing there, and some in the car that he described on the paper, 

'There you are! Brilliant!' Lewis exclaims, 'we all know the plan, right?' He asks, 

Everyone agrees and he smiles triumphantly, 'perfect', he mutters.

'Are you two ready?' He asks, as me and Rafe exchange glares and eventually both agree, 

Lewis smiles and points to the entrance we have to enter,

'Good luck.'