"Good job, Agent Swan," Siobhan Swan raised her eyebrows incredulously as she congratulated me, the document I stole from Edward Cullen in between her waif thin fingers. "May I just ask, what creative things did you do in order to achieve this file?"
Even though she was my aunt, I wasn't afraid to be bold and daring in front of her. "I slept with Edward Cullen Sr.'s grandson." I shrugged it off.
She blinked her eyes for a few seconds, as if it was really unexpected. "Bella, may I just remind you that—"
"I'm not a hooker and I'm not supposed to sleep around especially with mobsters because it'll be bad for our family name?" I guessed.
"No, that was not what I was about to say. I was about to say that you are still sixteen and that means you are underaged. You are not supposed to have sexual intercourse and drink liquor until you are of legal age." She sternly told me. "You are lucky enough that I didn't suspend you when you were caught drinking. Agent Hale, did she even take a drop of alcohol when she was on the mission?"
Rosalie shook her head in certainty. "No. She only drank virgin cocktails throughout the night."
Siobhan smiled. "Good progress, Swan. Keep it up. As for sleeping with the heir of the Cullen mafia, I will let you go for this. Although I find your methods of completing your missions absolutely bizarre, all I need at the end of the day is for you to give me what I need and for you to be safe and sound."
"Thanks Aunt Siobhan." I said.
"At work, you call me Miss Swan, Bella." She held my gaze, but her eyes were twinkling.
"Are we dismissed now, Miss Swan?" Rosalie asked.
Siobhan nodded. "Yes. Good job on your work too, Rose."
She flushed. "Thank you Miss Swan."
Rosalie & I quickly turned our bodies to the door before Siobhan could call us back for anymore missions. We were dead tired. All we needed was another agent to handle whatever case Siobhan wanted to hand us.
"Bella, Rosalie," she said just when I twisted the doorknob. Rosalie punched the air inconspicuously so that Siobhan couldn't see. I groaned silently. We looked back at her, the most pleasant smiles that we both could muster now plastered on our faces. She was already sitting on her seat behind her desk. "I just got an alert saying that Edward Cullen Sr. is now dead. Died from a heart attack. So that means that Edward Anthony Masen Cullen is now the new leader of the mafia. Good luck." She winked at me. "Now you both are really dismissed."
Once out, Rosalie freaked out. "What the fuck? Bella, you know what this means now, do you?"
"What?" I frowned at her weird behavior.
"You slept with a mafia boss!" She squealed.
"Yes," I muttered in distaste. "Apparently so."
"Oh come on," she rolled her eyes. "The sex was obviously great. I wonder if we're ever going to get on a mission about him again."
"I will never agree to the case, okay? If you wanna do more missions about him in the near future, I'm not stopping you. Just show me to where I can exchange you for another partner and you can go do the mission." I shook my head.
"You can never change partners, honey." She grinned, linking her arm with mine. "You're stuck with me forever."
Rosalie placed her face between her hands as she looked at me intently. It was my teatime which people here in America don't really do, and it was usually in the afternoon. The cafeteria in the building (if you could even call it a cafeteria; it was way fancier than a five-star restaurant) was quite empty by now, so I took advantage of the silence and enjoyed my cup of tea with crackers quietly.
"You're so English." Rose commented.
"Isn't that what I am?" I cocked an eyebrow at her.
"No, that's what your mother is. You just took after her a little. You're such a weirdo." She pointed out.
"Thank you for telling me things I already know." I sarcastically said. "British stuff is all Mom's side. American side is all Dad's. Dad says I'm closer to Mom though. My little sister barely has an accent like mine and my mother's. She's closer to Dad."
"Wow." She sighed. "Speaking of your sister, how is she?" She asked, picking up a strawberry from her bowl and popping it into her mouth.
"I haven't seen Alice for one whole year. She probably... had another growth spurt or something. I don't know. I'm going for her graduation from recruit school tomorrow."
"Dude, growth spurt? Puberty for girls end at twelve. There would be no more growth spurts for girls."
"Now that is wrong. Even when puberty ends, people still grow. How many bio classes did you miss?" I asked her incredulously. "Anyways, other than her height, I don't think anything changed."
"Okay, fine. Another separate question; your definition of the perfect man." She changed the topic.
"What the hell are you trying to get out of me?" I narrowed my eyes at her, scrutinizing her every move.
She held her hands up. "Nothing."
I sighed. "Okay. Fine. The guy must be a redhead or something close to that. Somehow, I don't like blond guys. I don't even know why. The guy must also have blue eyes— scratch that, green eyes. Yeah. Killer combination there. He must have abs and all, but not too buff. Like just absolutely lean and tall but not too many muscles. A little tan, because if he was totally pale, he'll just remind me of Dracula. If he's too tanned, he may have a higher chance of getting skin disease. Good kisser, definitely. Chivalrous and polite to everyone, but that cannot count in the bedroom because he's gotta dirty-talk into making me a mess in seconds. Suave talker, but not as suave as me, that's for sure... And I don't think I've got anything else." I finished.
I looked up from my cup to Rosalie after that, who was snickering. I gave her a questioning look and she finally told me what she was thinking. "You do realize that you did kinda just described... Edward Cullen, didn't you?"
"No I did not." I snapped.
"Oh really?" She went all high-pitched on me. "Redhead, green eyes, tall, lean & not too buff, good kisser, a little tanned, dirty-talker, suave and probably chivalrous. Who does that sound like?"
"He is definitely not chivalrous. He basically started sweet-talking me into his bed almost immediately!" I defended myself.
"Sweet-talk you, he did." She agreed. "But you didn't have to sleep with him to get the document, ya know. So it's definitely you. You caught his attention."
"Hey, that was part of the plan okay?" I hissed.
"But was sleeping with him part of it?" She challenged. When she didn't hear an answer from me, she smirked. "Exactly what I thought." She flicked her luscious blonde hair to her other shoulder to emphasize more on her victory on the argument with a smug smile on her face. Her blue eyes zoomed in on my cookies and she grabbed one from the plate. She nibbled on it, but I didn't care. She could take all of my cookies anyway.
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Scarlett