Agent Q is 17 years-old. She lives one life like none other; she has to disguise herself as different people. No one really knows what Q is capable of.
Through out this novel, Q experiences bullying, betrayal, death of loved one, revenge, and more...
It was a beautiful day at a mansion. The night starts to darken as fancy-dressed people came out of their luxury cars and walked on the red carpet which was leading them to the entrance of a ballroom. Classical music was played as the formally dressed people clink their wine glasses together while discussing business-related things.
Away from all the merry, unlike the men that had neatly gel-up hair in the ballroom, a man with messy hair cried his lungs out, begging for his life. "Please don't! I beg of you, please don't kill me! Do you need money? I'll give you as much as you want!" The old man pleaded, his crooked round glasses falling in despair.
In front of him stood a woman. She was wearing black heels which matches her red dress and a black gun in her right hand. Her killing glare condescended down at the begging old man. Her eyes sent him down to hell and chill down his spine.
Up till this point, it was already paranormal; the fact that he was alive was still deceiving.
"I'll dou- NO triple the am-" beads of tears and sweat were all assorted, squirming in confinement.
Silence captivated in the malfunctioned room. Voices were all evicted into thin air, for it to digest, to swallow, the bang.
No one's POV
A young man wrathed in nurture from downstairs, shouting, "Come on! You're going to be late for school! Do you know how hard it would be for me if K finds out that you were late on your first dat?!"
"Ok ok, chill I'm done." Parts of her torso stretched out to the end of her king-sized bed, making her silky sloppy pajamas to plunge.
10 seconds later..
"I know you are still in bed! Get up or I'll make you get up!" The broad-shouldered man demented as if he was right in front of the lady's room.
"ARHG!!", she rolled out of the pure white bed, nearly sabotaging the green plants beside her bed.
Q stormed into the bathroom and commenced her routine. She took off her nightclothes and threw them at the pile of dirty laundry, companying the red dress that she wore to the business party she went to yesterday.
A/N: For the hair, it's just the style. Your hair isn't dyed and you can choose either style.
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The crystal mirror in the bathroom reflected the sun and showered on the girl within a halo. For a split second, she resembled an angel that came down from heaven.
A/N: It's obvious that she is pretty!! She's the MAIN CHARACTER! But the girl in the image above is not Q, I repeat, the girl is not Q.
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After completing her morning routine, she keenly ran downstairs like never before for breakfast. But the moment the maids sprung in her sight, she elegantly walked her way down. As so, all maids she walked past would bow down and greet her rose peach aroma.
Just like the mansion that she went to, the house was big as well. In fact, it was even bigger. Just by going from one end to another, it was impossible to reach the end of the house on foot. With rooms that were never used and never-ending hallways, no wonder maids and butlers were hired to manage the house.
Well, what can we say? That's the only well-fitting place suitable for a multi-billionaire who owns the most well-known and expensive company in the world.
This is the story of the richest person in the world during the day and an agent at night.
Agent Q
-END OF FIRST CHAPTER-
A/N: Q is rich, pretty, has a hot body, smart and anything else girls desire to own.
