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"Look Kieran, all I'm saying is that you just arrived there so you should take a break every once a while, the project is nearly finished anyway" a feminine voice laced with concern coming from the other side of a phone
"Thanks for the concern, Bella but you know that resting is not on my vocabulary and I know that you're just going to use that opportunity to steal my position" the man named Kieran replied with a chuckle "Look I've got to go , I'm heading to town, just text me the location and I'll call you afterwards " he continued before ending the cal. He gathers his things before heading out of his house.
Lauren Sinclair was late. Wait, scratch that, she was GOING to be late. Taking a quick look at the clock panic rushes within her as she had only 30 minutes to get to work or her captain will not let her hear the end of it. She grabbed her bag, carrying the 168 page report her captain had made her do, put on her boots and went downstairs.
"Wait, Lady Lauren are you not going to have breakfast?" one of the many maids in the Sinclair Manor asked. "No I'm already running late, Lucy. I think I'll just have coffee at the station.' Lauren replied already halfway through the stairs. " Lady Lauren, there is a new cafe in Rose Street . They have very good pastries, try to grab some on your way to work' Lucy suggested as she knows that her Lady hasn't been eating well since... well since always.
"Thank you Lucy I think I can stop by for a bit if I'm not that late" Lauren said as and quickly made her way to the station. She just hopes she doesn't run into anyone. She just hopes she doesn't jinx herself.
True to the reports he received about Ardahlis, it was a beautiful city. The streets are clean and you could see breathtaking views left and right. But the beauty of the city is not the only thing Ardahlis is getting known for. No , it is FAR from it actually. The crime rate in Ardahlis is unusually getting higher everyday, everything from robberies to drugs to weapons importation. And you can't really say that their little ' Project 'has nothing to do with it
Casually walking down the street, trying to get his mind off work, he sees a cafe and decides to go get a cup of coffee. The cafe was not fully packed which was weird considering it was 7:20 in the morning, most countries he's been to usually has this as it's rush hour . His phone lights up and he immediately reaches for it, it was a message from Belladonna Davenport.
"The deal will start at 8 am in the Carmine Camellia today. The boss says make sure you don't lose this deal. Wishing you good luck "
Now what did she mean by good luck? He is the best at this profession. He he's done this numerous times, each one more dangerous than the next. Why would this one be so different? He doesn't need luck. Shaking his head he quickly ordered a black coffee, and rushed out of the cafe to get to Carmine Camellia, suddenly he stopped dead on his tracks. Realization had just hit him,and it him hard, he doesn't have a single clue where he's supposed to go. Sighing he takes a sharp turn to his right and accidentally spilled his coffee onto a police woman's bag.
He could really use that luck right now.