Chapter 6: Stupid Reporters

After finally buttoning up my shirt, Lilith called in a cab to take us back to the office. I swear, she's such a workaholic. But once there, we were greeted by the press.

"Crap," Lilith breathed, "I guess they're either here for you, or found out that the mayor had a 'little accident'."

Every news reporter went running towards our direction. Quickly, Lilith took out a remote and pressed a button. Next thing I know, the Guys In White were there.

"Everyone back up!" One of the agents shouted.

They held up large shields and started guiding us towards the building. But that didn't stop the reporters from shouting questions.

"Is it true that you're in a relationship with Mayor Masters?"

"Are you and Vlad Masters a couple?"

"Did you really head butt the mayor of Giles?"

"Did Vlad Masters pay you to be viewed with him?"

Once inside the building I couldn't help but throw rude gestures. Stupid news reporters and their stupid cameras, with their stupid questions.

Lilith dragged me behind the desk, "Listen," she said. "we'll get out of this and make sure Mayor Giles pay."

I huffed crossing my arms, "I'm gonna make sure he pays."

"Look," One of the agents spoke up. "we've loved to stay here and make sure you're alright, but-"

"You'll stay here, because your contract states that you'll make sure anyone working for the Mayor stays comfortable and safe." Lilith snapped. "Now one of you better go get us some coffee or else."

"Yes ma'am!" They both saluted and tried to bolt out the door.

" Ah,ah,ah,ah," Lilith tsked. "I said one of you, not both of you."

Both agents passed glances and took out a quarter.

"Heads." The Caucasian agent said.

"Tails." Nodded the African American agent, flipping the coin.

"Heads." They both said in union.

"Alright, let's get this over with." The Caucasian readied his shield, while the other agent was at the door. They started a countdown.

"3...2...1!"

With rapid speed, the door was opened and the agent dashed out into the crowd and the door was sealed shut again.

"I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of paperwork after all this is over." Lilith slumped in her chair. "I'm suppose to be having a late romantic dinner date with Chad."

"And me and the girls were going to have a girls night out," I slumped in a seat. "How long are they going to stand there?"

"They'll stay there until they get a story, or find something more interesting." Lilith huffed, then she staggered. "That's it!"

"What?" Me and the agent both jumped.

"You two," she pointed at us, "can kiss and they'll have their story and leave!" She puffed her chest in pride. "It might ruin my 'get couples night back' plan, but they'll leave, and make less paper work so I don't have to work late and miss my date"

"No way!" I formed an 'x' with my arms.

"I wasn't contracted to smack lip." The agent crossed his arms.

"So Agent O? Or K, or whatever letter you are." She leaned in her seat. "It'll get rid of them, plus I already have enough paperwork I need to do because the Mayor is on a sick day."

"It's K, Operative K, and I repeat that I wasn't contracted to smack lip." He huffed, turning around. "Besides kissing is a very intimate thing to do."

The reporters seemed agitated and started to bang on glass doors.

"God damnit! They'll break the doors and I'll have to write a report on that too!" She looked around panicked and flung at me like a mad woman. "No hard feelings Velia!" And she pushed me towards K while he was still turned the other way. "Operative K, catch!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, and my mouth somehow met with the agent's. Our eyes shot wide open, and I guess we both froze in that position.

After a while flashes started to appear, and the agent finally pushed me away muttering apologies. I stood there covering my face in embarrassment. Lilith was going to pay.

Some time later the reporters all left, and the other operative came in with four coffees and a box of doughnuts. Lets just say Lilith didn't get any coffee.

When I finally got back to the apartment, it was still early and no one was there yet. Dropping on the couch I turned on the TV to see me and Operative K kissing.

"Wow!" exclaimed the asian reporter. "Who would have thought that Mayor Master's date was a manhunter! First Mayor Masters, then Mayor Russell, and now one of the Guys In White! I can't-"

I turned off the TV and groaned. If I thought today was a bad, then tomorrow was going to be hell for sure.