The Agent's Priority

C44

"Owen Kelmer, 46, nationality: English, no longer had family connections, criminal records a complaint of rape/sexual assault in which the victim had soon decided to drop the case due to some financial and personal reasons but replaced it with a restraining order instead" to Lance began as the projector flashed various pictures of a middle aged man with empty dark brown eyes and jet black hair

I felt my jaw twitch in anger and continue to stare at the screen blankly avoiding Lance, my father and almost everyone in the room who kept sending glances at me every now and then

I already know how disastrous I might look from my unkempt hair, dark circles under my eyes, paler complexion and thinning frame not to mention the permanent glare of annoyance, distress, and anger that I didn't bother wiping off of my face for I am not here to act civil and impress anyone much to Maureen's scolding

After yesterday drama with my so called father I was called by Maureen for a sleep over demanding to know the whole truth after Timothy's slip up about his brother's kidnapping situation, which of course I defeatedly obliged for I too need a distraction and though my pride won't admit it out loud but I really needed a friend to recollect the little bit of my sanity back

And with Maurene's company and consoling I manage to get myself to control my anger and not throw anything I come across once I get irritated the slightest bit, and she also happen to make me eat though only light foods mostly soup, since I still threw up every food I take in.

During that yesterday night with her I couldn't help but remember Lance's annoying self, don't get me wrong I am truly gratefull for Maureen, but it was not the same company and type of consoling that I used to had with Lance.

"Great." The voice of the same arrogant scum of a man piped into Lance's report "so this Owen Kelmer is the one you're suspecting to be behind for the mere kidnapping of some boy—"

I slowly and boredly pass each and everyones wary and awkward faces who didn't dare to meet my gaze before settling to the shrek faced second hand man of our director

As if feeling my stare, he gave me an innocent look and still comtinued his mocking while I just stared at him, leaning back and lightly swaying myself on the office chair feigning relaxed and composed to not show my desperation to just smash that wrinkled face of his on this black expensive long table

Just thinking about how good and satisfied I sure will be watching his face and every reaction as I bash his filthy face on this spotless table, where splotches of his blood from his nose—

"Is there something you wanted to add Agent?"

Unblinkingly I continue to stare at him for a few moments which he held with the same intensity silently daring each other to break it

"Continue would you?" I started with my blank and cold gaze unwavering from his mocking ones "It's kind of entertaining to watch you blabber complete arrogance like a stupido without using your disappointing excuse of an imaginary brain you have"

Through the feigned coughs of awkwardness and discomdfort some cover up their chuckles and snorts trying to be descreet, I still heard Lance's familliar and loud snicker accompanied by my fathers exasperated sigh

I watch as his face became flabbergasted to offended then reddening due to anger which I did not found comical in the slightest bit, just disgusted, and raised an eyebrow at him challenging him to retaliate

I no longer care if I will be having another lecture from our Director neighter did I give a fuck for disrespecting and humiliating a senior and higher rank than me.

"Y-you! What nonsense are you spouting?" He spat angrily

"Agent Calvert, continue where you we're rudely interrupted" I nod at Lance who gave me a small smile which I did not reciprocated and caused him to clear his throat to hide his dissapointment and rejected face "and do not stop—"