message in a bottle
by NiNA_eN
Kalifa reflects.
Her previous job had been a secretary, one to a long line of very important politician men, who dropped off like flies and like she was some kind of black widow.
She soon got tired of all the sexual harassment and killed the last one a bit too messily.
She was approached then and CP9 seemed exactly her kind of thing: slow, silent and deadly.
But then came the infiltration job - and she's back here again.
She knew now how to wear dowdy clothes, to cover up her bosom and clip her hair back. But she refused to be back at square one and kept the heels and shortened her skirt, "indecently" so as Paulie would put it.
She dared them to do something and for once did not care about the job - any flick of her skirt, a brush across her rear - "because it's too crowded" - any accidentally "falling" onto her bosom hands or head-first
- and she would not be responsible for the consequences.
But Iceburg-san did nothing.
Oh he was utterly unreasonable and quite unable to meet his own appointments of course - but it was more an innate childishness, rather than self-proclaimed importance or arrogance.
He worked her tireless and challenged her organization skills to their very limits - but at the end of the day, he would turn to her, smile at her and bid her "good job."
She liked him somewhat, she supposed, and it would be a bit of a shame to kill him, she thought - dangerous thoughts, she knew.
Uh...it feels a bit unfinished