Witch on stake?

I hate it when people are so dumb to understand a simple 'yes' or 'no'. I'm so used to people being selfish, cruel, manipulative, greedy and hypocrite.

Being in this business for as long as I can remember I already know that no one is good, or if there is, then the evil is either haven't grown their tails or horns, yet.

I mean, come on! Those people doing their charity works? Those are the people who feels so good themselves for helping others, good feeling that satisfies them. Those professionals? They don't do their jobs for passion, they do it to pay their bills. So do I. Even if it's for passion, still, the fact remains, they do it for their selfish reasons.

Human nature as we call it.

The reason why I'm saying these? Because this new client is currently proving my point.

"Bloody hell! I did not accept this deal to listen to that woman's whining all day!" I shouted at my secretary Paige and glared at her.

"Shut her mouth up or I will shut it myself and I'm going to make sure she disappear for real."

She panics and abruptly close the door of my office.

"Hey! Calm down. Would you like us to get killed?" I rolled my eyes at her and smirk.

"Do you think being killed is the last thing I'm worried about?!"

"Well, if it's not, then I do.. Hell! I haven't met my prince charming yet! I'm not dying a virgin for christ's sake!"

Here we go again!

Paige Sanders my secretary/best friend/flatmate. She always believed in those fairytale about true love and all, yet never had a boyfriend. Always "I want to feel the sparks" God! She should date Jefferson Pierce so she can get all the sparks she wants.

I throw my hand in the air and got up from my chair.

"I need a drink, with the situation we are now in, believed me, the last thing you need to worry is losing your V-card either." I said while pouring a glass of brandy and face her.

"How are we in this situation again?!" I asked or rather reminded her. She just rolled her eyes and groaned. Bitchy

**** FLASHBACK ****

"L, they want to ask for your service again." Paige said while handling me the file.

"What is it this time?" Annoyed while checking the file.

"It's Mr. Grant, he said, he need your help" I smirked and throw the file in the bin.

"Hey! Seriously? You know we can't defy them! He have seen your face and he probably know your identity too." She said while getting the file out of the bin. I groaned.

"If you just started with the word "they commanded" and "we don't have a choice" then I would have said yes right away." I reasoned.

"Well, we don't and I already said yes." Then she walked out.

**** END OF FLASHBACK ****

If I would have known, I would rather be killed than get the job done.

Here's the thing, the mad woman outside? She's not just any woman, she's the mistress of the current Vice-President of this fvcking country. Favorite at that as per the wife called her. The first time they ask our service to get this woman disappear they told us that she's in danger, for in fact she endangered the candidacy of the soon-to-be-President of this country for bearing his child.

While this woman doesn't understand that the wife want her gone but she keep on insisting that she needs to see him.

"How can we make her disappear if she clearly doesn't want to? I did not sign up for this to be a kidnapper." She sigh and pour her own drink.

"I have everything arranged for her new identity and she will fly to Zürich at dawn, no arguments. As far as her family is concern she died yesterday, tell her that If she doesn't listen then she can kiss her life goodbye. The wife will have her head on stake for being a witch!"

Paige nodded and left the room

After she left my office I went to the top floor using my private elevator, I took a bath and climbed the bed. Not to sleep of course. I rarely sleep. I can't and won't, if I can.

I've been doing this job for 5 years now, fixing people's problem by uncovering secret, Corporate espionage, revealing corrupt officials, helping those witnesses to disappear and start a new life.

They don't know who I am, they haven't seen my face nor my real name. Well except Mr.Grant, that bastard tricked Paige in order to track me. It's always Paige who face the client, I never let them see me.

As for my personal life? I'm a college student. Right, I am currently a college student in Stanford University studying Political science and government.

It's ironic really, studying the thing I loathe since I was a child.

I am the only daughter of the previous Prime Minister of France. Until I decided to stay with my Uncle Brandon 9 years ago. He is the one who introduced me to this business, at first I was just merely curious, being the playful he is, he started by letting me listen to his meetings or reading confidential information, here I am now. I'm doing it myself when he died 3 years ago. It grows within me knowing or uncovering people's secret, yes! I'm a nosy bitch, that is why I hid my identity. Hell! as far as I know I have a bounty in my head. No kidding.

Ever since I decided to get into this business I was trained how to defend myself, I went to every Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Kickboxing. I even tried Krav Maga. That's how paranoid my Uncle was.

He taught me to clean, assemble, load and fire a gun.

I was interupted from my thought when someone knock.

"Come in" This better be good news.

"That woman is such a bitch! She doesn't want to go." Paige is fuming and slumped herself to my bed.

"Show her this, and I swear if you ever knock again, I will send you to Zürich with her!" I said and handed her the tablet. She played the on stand-by video.

"Eww. My eyeeessss! Is that the Senator?" Paige asked with her wide eyes. I laughed at her reaction.

"Yes, so off you go! Tell her that if she won't leave by dawn, I will hand this video to her Mr. Vice, so he can kill her himself."

She snickered and once again left me alone.

I didn't want to use it against the woman but clearly she's making it more difficult. What's with her fetish to older men and Politicians?

************

I woke up from the sound of my alarm, I tried to reach for it but failed so I don't have a choice but to get up and reach for it, when I successfully did, I smashed it to the wall.

16th alarms for 16'th of June.

Anger Management : 0

I took my shower and went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast and found Paige already eating. I have 1hour before my first period so I have lots of time.

"She left." Paige said while eating her pancakes and sausage.

"Thought so" I smirk.

"We need to go back to the apartment later, we shouldn't have stayed here last night." She said worried that someone might see me.

"I know, we need to do something with that bastard Grant." I gritted my teeth thinking how he tricked me. "He thought he has the upper hand, let him think that so once he lowered his guard then we can kiss him goodbye, he's been pissing me off lately." I said waving her goodbye.

Being atletheic is an advantage, I can run and dodge people in the hall to get pass through. Just before Mr. Lavigne enter the room I ran pass him and went straight to my chair.

"Where did we end last time?" He asked and seems that all the student avoided his gaze.

Literature? When did this my first subject? Owwww.... shoot! This is my second. Damn! I'M DEAD!

"Miss Dubois, you seem to know the answer since you're in deep thought, care to share?" Mr. Lavigne asked, I haven't realized I've been staring him.

"What was the question again Sir? I was in deep thought." I said in sarcastic tone. Some student snorted trying to hold their laughter. He send me a glare.

"Where.did.we.end.last.time?" He said with stern voice.

"Well, at the ending sir. When Romeo foolishly killed himself." I shrugged. Students roared and laughed after what I said, I raised my eyebrow at them.

"Why foolish? Don't you think that was love?" I cringed hearing what he said.

"Sir, it was not love. It was stupidity. Fall in love? Instantly? I thought that's for coffee. They should have planned it well and faking her death is way unbelievable, drugged coma? Really? Then suddenly woke up without CPR? DAMN Shakespeare was good." After what I said, the room fell silent while Mr. Lavigne's jaw almost drop to the floor.

Curse this mouth!

I excused myself running out of the classroom without waiting for Mr. Lavigne's reply.

Way to go Laila! Second failed subject in just a week!

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