Just wanna say thank you to all of you, who left such lovely comments. I hope you enjoy reading this story and there is lots to come. I try to update the story at least once every week. I love to hear from you and enjoy reading :)
Alexander Waverly didn't remember how long he had sat there and had stared at his glass.
Considering another or maybe just drowning the whole bottle.
He felt like crap.
He never thought something like this would affect him so much.
There was a knock at the door, which let him snap back.
The professional mask was put in place in milliseconds.
Rebeca's head popped in.
She gave him a small smile.
„Mr. Falkon is here, Sir… should I…?" She mouthed.
He shook his head. „Send him in!"
Maybe dealing with one of his own bosses would keep his mind away from all the chaos he was in right now.
His secretary nodded solemnly and opened the door further to let a man strode into his office.
Falkon was a small, chubby man, whose suits jackets never sat quite right.
Waverly knew he didn't get the position for his good work in the field.
Hell, that man never had set foot on a battlefield or had been on a mission.
Falkon got the job because he was excellent in bribing the right people and his connections.
His small, watery eyes looked around in the room and settled on Waverly.
„Ah my good Waverly!" He clasped his fat hands together and faked a smile.
Waverly returned the smile halfheartedly.
Usually he was good in dealing with Falkon, but today was just not the right time.
„I heard what happened to your agent. It is a tragedy! Such a lovely agent! A pity she is dead." Waverly acknowledged the words with a nod and motioned for Falkon to sit. So word had travelled fast.
„You know I would have loved to have borrowed agent Teller for a while. " Falkon spoke, while Waverly had stood up and fixed them a drink.
The words of Falkon let him pause.
„I don't know how agent Teller would have been of any use to you" Waverly said puzzled.
The man ignored his words and took the glass from Waverly.
„Look at the bright side Alexander. She didn't have any family left, so you have no hassle with paperwork and our organisation doesn't need to pay any money to a husband or children. Besides if it had been that brute of a Russian we would have to deal with the KGB and luckily the American is still breathing, don't wanna calm the CIA down… that would have been a hassle. So we got the good deal out of it." Falkon took a zip of his drink and looked at the painting Waverly just recently had hung up.
He didn't notice the white knuckles of Waverly as he gripped his glass tightly.
„My opinion Waverly, women should stay behind the stove and serve us…they are not cut out to do agent's work." Waverly clenched his teeth in anger.
He had never liked Falkon and he knew it was like wise as for Falkon couldn't manipulate him.
Luckily Waverly was liked and highly respected by the other bosses and Falkon couldn't touch him.
Nor his team.
So Falkon had been out and making his life hell.
Trying to anyway.
„Do you think your remaining team members could bring in her uncle? I heard they are quite good and we have some people, who would like to talk to that German man… I'm sure he has some valuable information for us!" Falkon's eyes rested on him.
„I need to speak to them… they're just identifying the body of agent Teller!" Waverly was surprised how calm he sounded, even though he wanted to punch that man so badly.
The other question was in how many pieces Solo and Kuryakin would bring her uncle back.
Rudy wouldn't be able to answer questions anymore.
Falkon clicked his tongue. „Ah yes, that body… I wish I would have ordered her earlier to my office and work for me, so I could get my hands on that" He laughed loud and wiggled his brows at Waverly. „But your secretary doesn't look bad either… mind if I borrow her…"
„Get your own Falkon! And if you bother my secretary…." Waverly hissed his temper raising.
„Easy Alexander! I'm just joking around… didn't know you were so greedy!" Falkon laughed and took another zip from his drink.
Luckily just then there was another knock at the door and his secretary appeared again. „There is someone, who wants to talk to you… it sounds rather urgent sir!"
She gave Falkon a stare and the fat man stood up.
„This is probably my keyword to go" Falkon turned in the door, trying to close his jacket. „Just remember to inform me first hand if you hear anything about Rudy Teller!" He didn't wait for an answer and turned to Rebeca. „If you need a change of workplace just let me know!" His eyes freely wandered over her body that every other normal human being would have blushed.
„Thanks sir, but I'm good here!" Rebeca's voice was cold as ice.
Falkon nodded and finally left.
Rebeca closed the door and Waverly pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.
„I'm sorry! He was probably raised in a barn!"
„Believe me sir even people, who are raised in a barn have more decency than that!" She said gently and closed the door.
„Who wants to talk to me, Rebeca?"
„None Sir, I'm sorry… but I thought you need a break from that ogre!" She placed a tea service down on his desk. „He bothered you way too long for my taste!" She shot a quick look over her shoulder.
Waverly stared at his secretary and he never had been more glad to have her in his service.