The Agent's Priority

C12

"Okay that's it, we have to talk"

Albino head stomped infront of me blocking my view of the TV entirely

"We have nothing to talk about Lalaloopsy" I scowled shoving him to the side forcefully but he just sat on the coffee table behind him still facing me but atleast I could watch now

Its sunday meaning its me time

I'd be damned if this fucker ruin such a beautiful day

Hugging my big ass cheeseballs to my side I munch on it rather loudly knowing how much it irritates Lance

Leaning back on the grey plush sofa I shove my feet on his lap all while ignoring his glares that he might just drill on my head

A moment or two of me loudly munching on the cheese balls he sighed and started to talk

Or well... Attempted to

"Zaia you—"

Crunch!

He huffed "Zaia you kno—"

Crunch!

Narrowing his eyes at me I gesture for him to continue with a wave of my hand

Inhaling he quickly said "You know yourself that—"

Crunch! (4times) like the bunny who munch with its two front teeth in an insane speed? Yeah I tried

Snarling at me he stood "You know yourself that—"

Crunch! 

With a loud frustrated war cry he snatch the big plastic container of cheese balls away from my grasp and kick my abdomen when I move to stand

I gasp and glare at him with both my hands clutching his iron man socked foot against my stomach as he pinned me back successfully on the sofa

"You fucking know yourself that you signed up for this shit so suck it up like a big ass lady you proved you are!" He rant loudly and quickly in one breath that he heaved right after he blurt it all out

I stayed put silently glaring at him

Sighing he took his foot away from me and place both his hands ontop of my knees

"I know you're worked up okay? I conpletely understand your frustration... really" He stressed placing a hand on my knee "but you have to try and control your temper. Because it sure as hell isn't helping shit"

I rolled my eyes "yeah dad"

"Specially by talking to Mr. President, and how you almost got into a verbal fight with the Chiefs infront of the President himself" he facepalmed exasperated "you have no fucking idea how I almost shit myself at how nonchalant you acted towards the President"

Rolling my eyes once again "I'm not dumb to get myself involved on  such a tense discussion with the President, Lance. I wouldn't say things that might humiliate me infront of those high rankinng government officials moreover disrespect the President"

"I know, and I'm impressed" he gave me a small proud smile before sighing "you want the case right?"

That's a low blow

"Zai... you want the ca—"

"Damn right I do" I bit out  "I wouldn't agree to this bodyguard shit if it wasn't about that case—"

"Exactly." I gave him a dumb look "look, use that reason to motivate you and shit okay? Because I don't know crap about this advice and motivation shit thing"

Throwing my head back I laughed at his exasperated and awkward look

"God what an awful words of wisdom to give" I said between laughs "fuck you should've seen y-your face"

"This is why you don't have friends Maksimov"

"Hey! I have Maureen and Kacey jackass..." I trailed off "I got you"

"Unfortunately" he grumbled defeatedly "you're hopeless"

We continue to eat lounging at the luxury sofa of our apartment and decided to order Pizza, a large bowl of fries and a box of spicy chicken wings while we watch Jigsaw

Yes we bought a single house appartment for the two of us since our home and the HQ we're 3 hours away from the University and since we're a little loaded we decided to buy a house-like apartment from the landlord instead of renting it

Well its me who bought it and Lance... is a fucking manipulative bitch

"Shit fuck that is disgusting" Lance grumbled chewing loudly not looking bothered at the slightest

"You're disgusting" I pointed out gesturing to his pizza soaked with hot sauce dripping on his plate

He gave me a toothy teasing smile purposely spreading the hot sauce to his teeth

I gave him a bored look and threw him the box of tissues which he catch swiftly without looking

We ate and watch in comfortable silence but Timothy's words kept bugging on my head

"Hey... President Douglass has how many children again?" I asked

"What I've heard about the news and from the agency was Timothy the one and only son of Mr. President himself" he raised an eyebrow at me "why?"

"Haven't you payed attention bout anything instead of me having a friendly chat with the President, arsehole?" I flashed an annoyed look at him

He shrugged his eyes trained on the TV while shoving fries into his mouth "something important?"

"Timothy..." I started instantly catching his attention "Timothy said something about his father not caring about his sons" I continued narrowing my eyes on the TV

"You mean The President might have another son? But his file says nothing about having another child... just Timothy" he crossed his arms his features morphing into a thoughtful expression

"He could lie about his file Lance, and cover up his mistakes for his reputation, I mean its President Douglass we're talking about" I gave him a look propping my feet on the coffee table as I ponder over it "just one flash of his money and name he could get and do anything he desires and get away with it everytime without trouble"

"Cover up his mistakes you say..." he trailed off "do you think maybe the child was his mistake? From another woman I mean"

I frowned kissing my teeth

"Did he disown the child? Left him to his mother? Abandoned him? Left him to starve?" He rambled disbelief and anger lacing his voice

A thing about Lance was his hate towards those parents who blame their own child for their own stupidity and they'd just up abandon them like some sort of trash and not an innocent infants for some fucked up reason

He despise them with a passion...

Because he's also one of those kids

"I don't know Lance." I said softly "I don't know... but we could ask Timothy about it" I assured him moving close to his side

He just nodded grimly playing with his fries soaking it with ketchupp

Leaning my head on his shoulder I felt him sag in defeat and exhaustion with his head hung down to hide his vulnerability

Curling my arm with his for silent support we continue to watch in comfortable silence

"Do you think I could still find him?" I whispered softly "would he still remember me? Does he even remember me..."

I felt him tense beside me before sighing sadly

"Once you have his file, hopefully you'll get all the answers you need"