Our Mission

Chapter 1

STORY IN MAJOR EDITING. ALL CHAPTERS ARE IN ORDER PLS IGNORE THE NUMBER DIFFERENCE.

ISABELLA

I wake up to my eyes being blinded by the rays of the sun shining through the curtains. I turn over on my comfortable mattress, reaching for my phone to check the time, and immediately shoot up from bed.

Fuck.

While rubbing my tired eyes, I rush to my bathroom almost bumping into the wall on my way. It's my first day and I'm already running behind.

I hurry and turn on the water of my shower, a soft knock coming moments later.

"Come in," I yawn.

The sound of light footsteps is drowned out by the rainfall pouring. As the water warmed, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I nearly elbow the person behind me when I finish patting my face dry.

I stared at my reflection and the tall ginger standing behind me, her thin body leaning against the door frame.

I turn towards her and cross my arms over my chest. "You know, you shouldn't do that."

She smiles, "Didn't mean to startle you, I know how quickly things can take a turn." she says.

I try my best to hold in my laugh, the last time she had scared the living shit out of me, she hadn't end up in great condition.

"I was headed out but wanted to wish you luck on your first day," she smiles like a proud mother.

Although she is only a year older, my best friend Valerie has motherly characteristics. Her energy radiated peace and comfort. She had to be the most caring and nonjudgmental person on earth.

"Thank you. I'm just a bit worried."

She grabs me by my shoulders and brings me into her embrace, "Don't be. If anything, they should be threatened by you."

If only it was that easy.

My position has taken me years of training and development. This had to be my biggest opportunity and there was no way I could screw it up.

Valerie doesn't know much about what I do. I kept the details small, an assistant for a rich asshole who inherited his father's company. That was all.

I pulled away and smiled at her before she left my room so I could to get ready.

I finish showering and walk nude into my closet. It was incredibly large with built-in shelves and even an Island filled with my finest jewelry.

Throwing on a simple white pantsuit that showed off the curves of my body in the most flattering way, I pair it with my chocolate brown designer heels.

Scurrying, I sit on the plush chair in front of my vanity and comb through my tangled hair almost pounding the shit out of my head in frustration.

I keep my hair down and slicked back. My makeup is natural with a nude lip and just as I finished, the vibration of my phone ringing catches my attention.

When I look down to read the caller, I can't help but roll my eyes and answer, great.

I could hear the annoyance over the phone, "Where the hell are you? We were supposed to meet twenty minutes ago!"