Summary: One name. One man. One goal. One principle. To get the job done and get out … until one day, the job found its way back to him.
Disclaimer: Twilight Saga isn’t mine … nor is Edward, sadly. This story, however, is the sole property of Anne Publishing House.
A/N: Hi! Another new journey awaits. I’d like to address that this story is inspired by a K-Drama, but it’s going to have my own touches as always. Also, this is a prompt fic based on prompts found on Pinterest. The chapter titles will be indicative of the prompts used. Anyway … enjoy!
Bright and beautifully spectacular sun rays shine through the clouds, revealing the sight that leaves me breathless.
Enveloped by the sunlight with the ocean waves rushing up to meet where her feet rest on the clean sand of the beach, she stands. Even though her face is turned away from me, I know that she’s the most beautiful creature on earth. Why, you ask? Because it’s the way she makes me feel.
At the sight of her silhouette, I feel hope … as if I can dream again. She has this aura of calm and peace around her … almost as if she’s an angel. My angel, I think to myself as I take a few steps toward her.
“Hi,” I greet her.
She starts to turn back to greet me, and that’s when I hear it—the sound that irritates the living daylights out of me—the sound of a cackling voice.
Damn it, Esme!
Sitting up on my bed, I try to rub the sleep away.
“You’ve got the worst timing in the history of bad timings, Es,” I grumble at the giant screen across the room where the grinning face of Daffy Duck mocks me.
“How was I to know that you were sleeping? Most people sleep at night,” came the retort through the speakers hooked up with it.
I can’t help but snap at her. “Well most people don’t work at night now, do they?” My voice comes out sounding harsher than I intend to.
For a moment, there’s silence in my room before her voice comes again, decidedly softer this time. “Was it that good of a dream?”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
When I don’t elaborate, she prompts me. “Tell me about it, kiddo.”
Even though Esme is the one person I trust with my life, I can’t bring myself to tell her about what I truly dreamed of. Instead, I offer vaguely, “I was in the island.”
A chuckle comes in response to my answer. “That private island in the Bahamas? You’re still on that?”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “That’s my retirement plan. The day I make enough money to buy that island, I’ll be bidding you adieu.”
She doesn’t mock me like I expect her to. No, instead, she sounds energized when she speaks. “Then how about making a little dough to help you? You ready to take on an assignment?”
“No,” I reply and then before she can castrate me, I add, “Not until I’ve had my caffeine fix, I’m not ready for anything.”
“Fair enough,” she says.
Once I’m equipped with my large steaming mug of coffee, I call up Esme, my best friend, partner in crime and older sister figure all rolled into one. “So, the case?” I ask without any preamble.
“Hello to you too,” she responds before starting to talk in that irritatingly admirable fast-paced way she does. “So this job was a two-parter. One was to locate someone from a tentative sketch. I aced that because I’m the hacking goddess who can get in and out of traffic cams in a snap.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at her obvious narcissism. “What’s the second part?” I interrupt her boasting tirade.
She clears her throat and says, “That’s where you come in. You have to find the actual person from the photo I recovered from the traffic cam footage and get a DNA sample.”
I nod once, my eyebrows pulling together in concentration. “Where’s the subject located?”
“You’re in luck there,” she tells me. “She’s in Seattle. The traffic cams picked her up around Pike Market Place. So you can snoop around there.”
“Fine,” I agree before something strikes my mind. “Wait. She? The subject is a girl?”
“Is that a problem for you?”
I hesitate for a moment before asking slowly, “How am I going to stick a needle in a girl to draw blood?”
Her exasperation is almost palpable as she huffs. “Kid, she’s a girl. Girls carry purses which contain a hairbrush in 98% of the cases. Grab the hairbrush and you’ll find her hair and voila! You’ve got the DNA sample. Simple.”
I pull a face at the way she says ‘simple’.
“Are you mocking me, Virtuoso?” she asks knowingly.
I let out a sigh. “The things you make me do, Es. I swear! Guess today Virtuoso will be a purse snatcher.”
A/N: So the chapter lengths will be on the shorter side … around 750 words to 1K per chapter. But shorter chapters mean quicker updates. So updating schedule … let’s say every other day, shall we?
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