"You've got a mouth on you, I would prefer you use it in a better way instead of throwing insults at me." I narrow my eyes at him, watching the smirk appear on his face. I lean forward, cocking the gun I held under the table. The sound of the click rang through the air, his eyebrows raising. "I've got a gun levelled at your crotch. So please, keep talking. Dig yourself a bigger hole." I keep the eye contact, pushing the gun into the area in between his thighs. He hitched a breathe, his Adam's apple bopping. "You're supposed to be protecting me. Not threatening me." "Oh where's the fun in that? I want to keep you on your toes." I smirk, leaning back on my chair, increasing the distance between my gun and his crotch. "You're insufferable." ---- Valerie Archer devoted herself to protecting others. With a long history of violence running through her family, she entered the intelligence agency of Armstrong Industries. A company known for its renowned security and reputation for successful under cover agents. In which an undercover agent is assigned to an arrogant business heir, to help solve the line of murders, and their underlying tension. BOOK ONE OF 'ARMSTRONG AGENTS'