This is my last new fic for a while. I've spent a lot of time working on
this fic, and I apologize to those fans of my FY fanfic's because I've been
neglecting my other fic in order to work on this one. SORRY! Anyway, I
think that this is my best fic so far, and I hope you enjoy it. It's
labeled under romance, but the real romance part of the fic doesn't start
for a while. It's there, but not completely till like the 13th chap. Hehe,
I hope you understand what I mean. Doesn't matter.
Disclaimer: I do not own nada.
One- Intro
"You're late." I said flatly. I can't stand people who keep me waiting. They get really paranoid when getting to the meeting place that they take detours, switch cars, and what not. Thus, they always show up late. Always. After 4 years of me working this damn job you'd think they'd learn to be on time.
"Lo siento, Senorita." (A/N: I'm sorry Miss.- Just in case you don't speak Spanish... ~_^)
"You've been saying you're sorry for four years. I've begun to think that you're lying." I said blowing a puff of smoke at him; then putting out my cigarette. "Do you have what I want?"
"Of course, Senorita." He said smiling at me. He thought he was hot stuff with his shoulder length black hair, and his big brown eyes. He thought he was the Brad Pitt of the Spanish community. Yeah right. He would flash me a smile, and always, ALWAYS, "accidentally" brush his hand against mine. Four years, and it was the same thing. How boring.
"Well? Where is it?"
"I need to see el dinero primero, Senorita. No offense." (A/N: I need see the money first)
"We've been doing business for how long, and you still need to see the money first?"
"You won't get what I got if I don't see the money first, Chica."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said reaching under the table and pulling out a briefcase. I pushed it over the table, and tried not to laugh as he looked around the restaurant searching to see if anyone was watching. Jeez, could you get more paranoid?
"I do not understand how you can do business so out in the open with no care in the world." He said slightly opening the brief case to peel inside.
"I do care. I care about having to kill you in public if you don't give me what I want. I'm not a patient girl, Edwardo." I warned. This was taking too long. I had a semi-normal life to attend to, and these meetings with him were really boring me. The thrill I had when doing this years ago was gone. Now it was just so predictable.
"Here is the file tu quieres. Adios, Senorita." (A/N: Here is the file you want. Goodbye Miss) He pushed the file towards me, his hand brushing mine. He gave me this smile that looked like it was supposed to be sexy. It wasn't. He got up and left. Well, wasn't that fun? I reached into my purse and pulled out a cell phone. I dialed a number, and relaxed a bit as I got ready to put on my usual fake act.
"Misao?" I called into the phone.
"Koaru! You said you would call at noon, and it's 12:30. What happened?" Misao said over the phone, although with it being Misao, you might as well say yelled over the phone. Misao was loud, energetic, and just plain friendly. Even though most of the time she was pretty much...well... bubbly, she could be down right snotty. She was funny like it. She acted and looked nearly 5 years younger than she was, but she could handle herself in a battle. She had these knives that she used to throw, and unless you were scarily fast, you would get hurt. Really hurt. She was raised in a foster home with a bunch of other orphan kids. One of the kids had taught her how to be a ninja, and she had joined a local gang that he was apart of. That was 6 years ago. She was out of the gang now, but now and then she seems to miss it. I don't know how anyone can miss violence, but she, some how, did.
"I'm sorry, I had a business meeting, and as always, the people I was meeting with were late." I frowned. Next time they're late I'm going to kick their ass.
"Again?!? You should really talk to your boss about that one. Anyway, I know how much you wanted to go to the mall..." I hated the mall. The thing was that my alias was that of a giggly mall loving, make up wearing, prudent, innocent, girl. Does it make you gag too? I hated it when I started, but now I guess I've grown used to it; somewhat fond of it. "But, I heard that new Orlando Bloom (A/N: is that how you spell his name?) movie just came out, and I really think we should go see it!"
"The pirate movie?"
"Yup yup!"
"I guess so. I'll be there at 1:30."
"Why can't you come now?"
"I need to change clothes. I'll be there sooner probably. Chill Misao, I'll see you soon, k?"
"Alright! Bye!" She said hanging up. Misao was my closest friend, and even she didn't know what I did for a living. I told her I worked for some snazzy business company, and that I was an exec. or whatever. Anyway, she didn't even question me once. She just told me that it sounded like a great job. I have exceptionally good lying skills. Question is: Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Disclaimer: I do not own nada.
One- Intro
"You're late." I said flatly. I can't stand people who keep me waiting. They get really paranoid when getting to the meeting place that they take detours, switch cars, and what not. Thus, they always show up late. Always. After 4 years of me working this damn job you'd think they'd learn to be on time.
"Lo siento, Senorita." (A/N: I'm sorry Miss.- Just in case you don't speak Spanish... ~_^)
"You've been saying you're sorry for four years. I've begun to think that you're lying." I said blowing a puff of smoke at him; then putting out my cigarette. "Do you have what I want?"
"Of course, Senorita." He said smiling at me. He thought he was hot stuff with his shoulder length black hair, and his big brown eyes. He thought he was the Brad Pitt of the Spanish community. Yeah right. He would flash me a smile, and always, ALWAYS, "accidentally" brush his hand against mine. Four years, and it was the same thing. How boring.
"Well? Where is it?"
"I need to see el dinero primero, Senorita. No offense." (A/N: I need see the money first)
"We've been doing business for how long, and you still need to see the money first?"
"You won't get what I got if I don't see the money first, Chica."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said reaching under the table and pulling out a briefcase. I pushed it over the table, and tried not to laugh as he looked around the restaurant searching to see if anyone was watching. Jeez, could you get more paranoid?
"I do not understand how you can do business so out in the open with no care in the world." He said slightly opening the brief case to peel inside.
"I do care. I care about having to kill you in public if you don't give me what I want. I'm not a patient girl, Edwardo." I warned. This was taking too long. I had a semi-normal life to attend to, and these meetings with him were really boring me. The thrill I had when doing this years ago was gone. Now it was just so predictable.
"Here is the file tu quieres. Adios, Senorita." (A/N: Here is the file you want. Goodbye Miss) He pushed the file towards me, his hand brushing mine. He gave me this smile that looked like it was supposed to be sexy. It wasn't. He got up and left. Well, wasn't that fun? I reached into my purse and pulled out a cell phone. I dialed a number, and relaxed a bit as I got ready to put on my usual fake act.
"Misao?" I called into the phone.
"Koaru! You said you would call at noon, and it's 12:30. What happened?" Misao said over the phone, although with it being Misao, you might as well say yelled over the phone. Misao was loud, energetic, and just plain friendly. Even though most of the time she was pretty much...well... bubbly, she could be down right snotty. She was funny like it. She acted and looked nearly 5 years younger than she was, but she could handle herself in a battle. She had these knives that she used to throw, and unless you were scarily fast, you would get hurt. Really hurt. She was raised in a foster home with a bunch of other orphan kids. One of the kids had taught her how to be a ninja, and she had joined a local gang that he was apart of. That was 6 years ago. She was out of the gang now, but now and then she seems to miss it. I don't know how anyone can miss violence, but she, some how, did.
"I'm sorry, I had a business meeting, and as always, the people I was meeting with were late." I frowned. Next time they're late I'm going to kick their ass.
"Again?!? You should really talk to your boss about that one. Anyway, I know how much you wanted to go to the mall..." I hated the mall. The thing was that my alias was that of a giggly mall loving, make up wearing, prudent, innocent, girl. Does it make you gag too? I hated it when I started, but now I guess I've grown used to it; somewhat fond of it. "But, I heard that new Orlando Bloom (A/N: is that how you spell his name?) movie just came out, and I really think we should go see it!"
"The pirate movie?"
"Yup yup!"
"I guess so. I'll be there at 1:30."
"Why can't you come now?"
"I need to change clothes. I'll be there sooner probably. Chill Misao, I'll see you soon, k?"
"Alright! Bye!" She said hanging up. Misao was my closest friend, and even she didn't know what I did for a living. I told her I worked for some snazzy business company, and that I was an exec. or whatever. Anyway, she didn't even question me once. She just told me that it sounded like a great job. I have exceptionally good lying skills. Question is: Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?