First Story: The Sly One (Final Title)

(13): At The Bridge's End Danger

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-Irene Meadows (SinceReal-lyCreative)

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I arrived at a cottage like house. Who would tell the carpenters to build a house like this in the middle of a city? She is more weird then what Vincent told me.

I got out of my car and tied my sash around my shoulders for deceny. Guards were outside waiting for me and they all bowed down as respect. "You must be"... the woman who might be my enemy started. I looked at her and she looks like in her mid-forties. "Violet Rosie", I told her and bowed down as a sign of respect to her.

She bowed to and said: "I am Alexia Evans. What brings you here?" she asked with the hint of arrogance in her voice. She is really up to no good.
I shove off the fear and said: "To be a business partner of yours", she then laughed.

"You are just like my daughter. Thinking she knows more than her mother", you are not my mother so do not relate me to your daughter. "I am serious, madam. I am smarter than you think. I will go if I do not meet your expectations. But I have been a business student before. I have not just brought my requirements because I am smart", I said nervously. I should have communicated with the communications department in my agency.

I literally do not know what I am saying right now. I am catching myself again and again for ideas. But what results are not good ideas. She then just let me pass with her guards and smiled: "Okay Violet. Let us talk about the brewed coffee business", well that is a relief. I can handle this mission without any problems.

I am not going to be poisoned like what he worries. You do not care for me so I will not to. I am just being an agent as training so I can protect my
parents.

I do not have the crush towards you anymore or the trust. I don't know any Vincent Fujisaki or Oliver Wellington anymore.