The Agent's Priority

C40

"What is the matter" I demanded and went straight to a chair across a worn out looking Lance

"You're late agent Maksimov—"

"Is this any of importance?" I asked annoyed at the supposed second hand man of our agency "because I have somewhere to be at this exact time I'm currently wasting on this meeting if you won't proceed this instant sir Deputy Director" I continued blandly and uncaringly at my father's warning stare

I was beyond pissed at this moment, I was in peace and on my way out of the house to visit my Rafa and explain everything... he must be very confused right now and I don't want him to stress out more after getting discharged from a hospital just a few hours ago

"Agent." My father's right hand man emphasized "you should know your posit—"

And this prick just have to ruin it all by calling an emergency meeting

"I don't have time for your envious ass" I hissed cutting him off making all of the agents that is either sitting or standing stiffened to witness yet another commotion from their senior deputy director and the director's daughter "like I said, I have somewhere to be." Glowering at him I stood up once more with my leather jacket over my shoulder

Crossing the table I was stopped by the rich russian accent of my father

"Lia you're on duty." He started calmly "besides this meeting concerns about your client.."

Timothy?

Turning to look at his seated form he gestures towards my discarded chair, keeping my cool I clench the collar of my jacket over my shoulder and fold it on my arm as I chose to lean on the wall behind me

"Speak." I ordered to the still glowering old man next to my fathers seat by the head of the table

In Raising my eyebrows when he stayed silent kind of ticked him off

"The Secret Service Agency informed us about the death threat they recieved last night—"

My mind completely sobered up at his words like snarl

"last night?"

He ignored me and continued speaking now with a smug look "the presidential house is now currently on lock down after that non coincedential incident that happened at the hospital where the note was written in a blood red color that indicates—"

The projector flashed a picture of a white wall, a note written on what looked like a very dark red spray paint that could be mistaken as blood

But what got me dashing hastily to the mahogany doors was the words that stayed imprinted on my mind shook me through the core as a look of extreme worry and horror crosses my once blank look

I heard Lance curse behind me just before the door shuts cutting my father's loud calls

'You Will Suffer Anderson'

Rafa...

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Dialling Matthew's phone for the 16th time as I sluggishly park my car outside of a small pastel yellow colored house that is a size smaller than the house I bought a good few meters away