A/N blah blah here's the second part. I think it's really obvious that I'm not a native English speaker, so if this fanfic is giving you any headaches, I apologize. Well, I do hope you enjoy it. Comments please? :D love. Love.

I'm not really a patient girl. Really. If I want something, I want it done now and fast. So you could imagine how my mind went when Cobb told me "…no contacts for 90 days" It was as if his asking me to wait for 90 years.

And why 90 days you might ask? It's the period of time when our body adapts to the changes brought about by excessive sedative intake and the psychological effects of lucid dreaming. I tell you, it is really that long.

And to think about it, I don't really know much about the guys I worked with. Sure I've heard about Saito and his business that produces money faster than the Chinese reproduction rate. Of course there's Robert Fischer, a mainstay in the business news and our mark, who I now know quite a lot ever since that little excursion on his subconscious. But the rest of them, I know nothing except their names. It's not even enough to Google it or search it on Facebook. At any rate, I am pessimistic I will found anything useful.

So I'm back in my old little life while my mind was going haywire in convincing myself that 90 odd days are not long and everything was real. My golden Bishop is always in my pocket and I haven't had the urge to flick it. I guess it will ruin the moment.

It's the 24 day and I could tell that everything is a thing from the past. I should move on with my life because it will be really stupid to wait around for phone calls that will never come. And that's exactly what I did.

FISCHER EMPIRE GONE TO ASHES, STOCKHOLDERS ON PROTEST. It never fails to make me proud everytime I see my efforts getting fruitful results, except this time. I guess Fischer finally dissolved his father's empire and the business world was on the shocking end of livewire on the cause. No one knows exactly. (Well except some stealthy people including yours truly) Some theorized that a large-scale blackmail is going on and some went so far as to suggest that an inception job happened (Whoever proposed it was either crazy or a genius.)

"I didn't know you have a thing for business stories" said Olga as my eyes focused on the broadsheet bearing the article about Fischer.

"Uh. No. Nothing." I said dismissing the topic. I looked around and noticed that the café we're sitting which was normally bursting with people was nearly empty. "It's odd. It's Sunday yet this place is almost empty."

"Yeah. I suppose" Olga said absentmindedly as she sipped through her lemonade "You know Professor Miles is acting weird lately"

That caught me off guard. "Weird? How weird?"

"He's watching you, like I don't know. Not usual." She shrugged while peering through her long lashes waiting for any reaction. "You know something about it don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" I think I looked slightly uncomfortable because she got the message.

"Oh. No. You're. Not…?" Olga said slowly, giving each word heavy emphasis. I guessed she didn't got the message after all.

"Of course I don't! Why would you think that!" I felt my cheeks go scarlet. I need to tell her something or else. "Fine. I've been referred by Miles to a certain Mr. Cobb for a job"

"And?"

"Well let's just say that the job isn't exactly legal."

Olga's eyes widened with intrigue. I could almost see the thousand questions popping in her head like fireworks as if her curly blonde locks were invisible. But before she could voice out her questions, I cut her short.

"But I couldn't tell you more because A. I don't think you can keep a secret and B. I promised them not to tell anybody."

"Oh. Please. Please! I swear to heavens I won't tell anybody!" she pleaded and made a gesture of sealing her lips in the process "See? My lips are sealed."

How far can I tell Olga? If she tell anybody would they believe her? Extraction and Inception jobs are not exactly new to people. There have been reported cases of similar to extraction yet nothing has been confirmed yet.

"Okay. Fine. I've been recruited to design something" I said simply

"Like!" her voice raised impatiently.

""You know. Those stuffs" I smiled a little. She hates it when I leave her hanging.

"Oh come on. If you think I'll let you get away with this, think again!" her eyes narrowed into slits and I smiled wider. "I'll tell that guy in the corner that you fancy him" she said threateningly.

"What guy?" I turned and saw nobody. At least nobody interesting.

"Well anyone else." She replied. "And trust me, they'll believe me."

Now that's blackmail.

What do you think? Should I continue? Hope to hear from you. :D