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"D, A, M, O, N. Do you even attend college? This is the FBI, innit?" Phytos is looking bored as hell, as he sat on the chair inside the meeting room of the headquarters. He's got the accent of an English man. "Where's my sister?" he asked when he saw Agent Eric by the door.
"Of course we know it's Damon. We know every single alphabet in the binary code." Violet struts inside the room. She looked straight at her brother and looked at him from head to toe. "How's Mum and Dad?"
"They're doing well. Why are you asking? You don't even visit them. Why do yo
"Will you be my girl, Violet?""Uhh, I guess?" Violet nodded and smiled at the kneeling Hugo in front of her. Beautiful flowers surrounded the restaurant where they were, and a nice romantic table was set up for their special night.They spent their evening with sweet moments like these, and somehow, Violet felt a lot better. It seems like she is a different person. Now, she understands why her older officemates with wives and kids feel lonely as they go to work for an endless amount of time and go back home for just a short time.As they are now dating, Hugo always finds time to go with her on her lunch breaks. She felt sorry for him for every ruined date night because of work. She usually spends more time at work than with him. She's very thankful that Hugo understands the situation.Eric's feelings for her never faded, even though Violet told him that she and Hugo are now
Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy. She's unthinkably brave, valiant, and strong. She does things most of us can't even imagine.
Special Agent Eric stands near her and Mr. Ronaldo Peige. SA Violet, SA Eric, and the two bodyguards of Mr. Peige circled the businessman, protecting him. SA Violet let the bullets rain on the terrorists' side and the latter run from the different directions of the café. She smirked and nodded to Agent Eric behind her, signaling the guy to cover for her to get Mr. Peige away from the scene. SA
"Where do you think this El Gato guy is right now?" Eric asked Violet as she sat down next to him on a tall chair at the pub. They were dismissed right away as soon as Mr. Ronaldo Peige and his son, Hugo, exits the FBI headquarters. Eric was now part of the operation. Mr. Warren suggested that Eric must be a part of this mission because of his skills and also because Eric can speak Spanish fluently better than Violet as per Violet agrees. They also need Eric's analytical skills.Mr. Peige told them that he likes what he had observed from the two agents who saved him from Damon Ivanov. That is why he decided to ask for the help of The Bureau."I don't know. We have to conduct some preliminary inv
"So. Do you like it here?" Hugo invited Violet for lunch at a restaurant near McPherson Square."Uhh, yeah. It's fine. Quite crowded, actually," she said."Oh, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know you do not like crowded places." Hugo scratched his nape. He does that every time he's nervous.Violet looked at Hugo, "Let's just eat." she said as she twirled the pasta on her fork."Ah, yes." Hugo smiled. Violet's forehead creased. Hugo likes to smile a lot. She can see the visible
"I'd have to call for Mr. Juan Pablo, the owner of the house that you wanna buy,¿Podría disculparme, por favor?" (Would you please excuse me?) Eddie said as he stood up on his seat. He then proceeded to call Juan Pablo."Agent Violet, Agent Eric." Both agents went attentive when Luca, the sniper, interjected on their in-ears. "Can't see much from here. Make the man move the curtains, will ya?""Why is it so dark in here?" Violet complained. Eddie glanced at her and move the curtains to the side. "Thank you," she cheerfully said."Nice.
Special Agent Violet was walking alongside Hugo around the park. Hugo decided to visit her on her lunch break, and the two ate lunch together."Are you full?" Hugo asked her and she nodded."The pasta was soggy, but it's fine. I was glad, I don't have to eat lunch with Eric and endure his nonstop talking about how girls like him and his sexcapades." She smiled as they walk side by side.Hugo chuckled. Violet is complaining but Eric is her friend. He knows that the two are just friends and nothing more.
Blasphemy:-the act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about God or sacred things; profane talk.••••Detective Inspector Michael Fox walks out of the church's double door uncomfortably while the two agents, Agent Violet and Agent Eric, walk behind him."Detective Inspector, I would like to ask, how was every Saint's statues at the Church of Eden shot in the head? By whom?""We don't know yet. We have been look