Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟐: 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻 (𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻)

Conflicting between taking the stairs and elevator neither of those options had a probable outcome. My office just so happens to be on the 7th floor and the plaque showing the level the elevator is on, had just made it to the first floor. Or, I could just take the stairs but stairs and I are not very well acquainted to say the least. Besides it would take far much longer. Sighing, I waited for the elevator. Lovely just what I need right now.

"Eleanor how convenient" grabbing my attention, I turn my face to the direction to the voice who called my name.

"Mr. Miller".

"I just finished a meeting awhile ago, I sent my secretary over to come and get you".

"Yes, and even read your email".

"You never disappoint. Always up to date, strong minded, over achieving, deliver excellent reports, you are heavily praised Ms. Branson".

He can't tell by my face but my heart was beating so fast and my mind was exploding with unheard thank you's and a I will never tell anyone that I once over heard you badly voice impersonating Michael Jackson "hee hee".  While I'm completely grateful to have heard him say those things to me, my attitude shifted to worry as his compliment threw me off guard. As Miller is not prone to compliment people just because he woke up one day and chose to be nice unless, he wanted to, and I mean really wanted to. Also Miller's rank and experiences within the department obliterates and outweighs me, my colleagues, and everyone that steps foot in the  the building. Its no question that he was appointed the Director of the FBI to run the place.  He doesn't have the time to sip tea and chitchat, and give a heartfelt compliment.

"Thank you". I smile anxiously.

"And I say this only because I have a case for you".

Oh. I'm both glad and mildly offended. Nonetheless, my face cant differentiate between a face that reads confused or a face that reads excited so it does both.

The elevator arrives and the doors open showcasing an elevator exterior plucked straight out of a 5 star rated hotel with bright lights tucked away in the ceiling, a black carpet and an elevator made entirely out of reflective gold. Miller and I step in the elevator and it feels like being in those mirrored rooms, seeing myself in gold makes me feel strangely hypnotized and trippy at the same time. The elevator doors close and near me I press the 16th button.

"A case, from you?" Stupidly I repeated his words and emphasized the 'you' as if he was some sort of disease. Miller noticed my offense and gave me a quick disapproving look.

"I know. A shock, out of nowhere thing as you are used to officers giving you cases and just getting to the matter at hand. However, for this one I wanted to ensure that everything came from me and that I disclose all the information with you, along with your partner in private".

"Partner". Interesting. I smiled, for some reason I was keen with the idea of finally having someone to work with. Yet the reminder of that one time I was on a case with a partner, his name Brandon O'neil, it ended quickly, when he got really angry. It was a big mess, he shouted at me, reported me to Miller, a meeting was in place and let's say a shouting battle started when he referred to me as 'uncooperative' and a 'hormonal aggressive bitch'. 

A few days later,  he was let go. As it turns out, Brandon has worked with multiple other colleagues and is known in fact to be the problem. Now, I might admit that my personality does get slightly out of hand, still, there was no need for name calling. I started working alone and generally I prefer to be as it's easier that way. But, How did I even end up being mentioned in the first place? and Who was this mystery person I'm going to be working with?

As if reading my mind miller answered my questions "You're partner will meet us in my office. What I want to add on is the reason for your recruitment on the case which, has been a long thought out idea. The day you joined the FBI was the day I knew you would bring something to the table and sure enough you delivered. Looking at the immense effort you took to ensure your place within the agency, your dedication, and feared determination outshown the rest of your colleagues who some, have been in the same filed way longer than you. I also knew that someday you would be getting a case which not only showed your capabilities, experiences and skills. Though set you're mark as a detective and completely changing your career let alone life. Today is your lucky day Special Agent".

The elevator doors opened revealing a grand hallway. The left wall was enveloped with ceiling to floor windows panning all the way down. It was a sight so beautiful to see, the skyline and late sunset going hand in hand was like a portrait captured perfectly, with mixes of orange and pinks. Dimmed lights hung from the ceiling reflecting off of the pristine white marble flooring. On the other side large glass conference rooms, filled with people from various leadership positions within the FBI where seated around a large table.

"Questions?". Before I could reply we were greeted by the door to his office. On the left was a silver name plaque engraved in bold writing  'SAC Miller, FBI'. Miller took out his card and swiped it along the identification panel. 

The room was nicely decorated in black and various shades of greys. 

I stood in the doorway still grasping the information he told me. He already had a feeling I would surpass his expectation's and has been eyeing me like a hawk all this time.

"How come you did not tell me sooner? I could have prepared, and where is my supposed partner?"

"Where going on a pain in the ass time crunch and I only had so few options for recruits. It was you and Special Agent King".

My heart sank to the depths of the Atlantic. If there is a moment in my life where I would be given a maybe life changing opportunity and today is this day then I'm happily to turn down. Because there is no way in hell that I would work on a case with Adrian King. But knowing that I'm standing in front of my boss, freaking out and shouting at his face was not the best option. 

I tried forming a comprehensive sentence but my heavy breathing intensified. 

"Adrian. King" I said my voice shaky and somewhat on the verge to a mental breakdown.

"Nice to be working with you too Eleanor".

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