The Agent's Priority

C51

"I don't need it anymore"

"Wear it and stop being so damn stubborn for once"

"Get that thing away from me or I swear I'll use that fucking sling to fucking hang your head up to my mothers favorite chandelier"

"What the hell is your problem with slings?!" He sighed loudly and exasperatedly stomping his feet as we continued walking towards the directors office "its for your—"

"I don't have any problem with slings!" I shouted at him making his right eye twitch from how it echoed "Purposely picking a disgusting hot pink colored one..grrr..You're the biggest problem in the earth!"

"Hot pink is my favori—"

"Then why don't you fucking wear it then shithead?!"

Glaring at him I sharply turned left to come face to face with those big mahogany doors

Its been 3 days since I was discharged and its been 1 week and 2 days since I've last seen Rafa at the hospital

The last I saw him was when I was high in painkillers

And after that....nothing

He left without saying goodbye again

I hate how nostalgic it was when I woke up the next day without him... hand cuffed and hopeless on that stiff hospital bed expecting him to open that door to come visit me... but no

I went on rampage twice resulting them to also hand cuff both my ankles and sedate me to get me to sleep almost everyday

And after those days I gave up expecting him to show up every single time the door open only for my brother, mom, Lance, Maureen and Timothy to come barging in

No... I'm not giving up on him if that's what you're asking.

More like I'll be giving him time to think and figure out what he wants by himself...

Without me, without forcing him

"You're 23 minutes late Lia." My father's deep and loud voice greetud us the second I opened the door "What is it Agent Calvert?"

Tuning them out my attention settled on the man sitting on the brown leather seat across the director's seat in a smart outfit  and a black briefcase laying on his lap, who is now staring at me with a hint of curiosity and realization

The door closing had me snapping my attention to it over my shoulder to find no signs of Lance

"I believe this is her?" Russian?

"Yes this is her... my daughter—"

"Ah! известный Lilliana Zaiarhys Maksimov.." (the famous) The middle aged man grinned standing up from his seat unaffected by the narrowing of my eyes as he stepped towards me with an outstretched hand "Igor Oblesiev..."

Where did I heard that name?—

"Maksimov's private family lawyer, pleased to make your acquaintance"

Raising an eyebrow at him I reluctantly shook his hand slowly after I took a moment of suspicious silence

"I've heard lots of... good things about you from мистер Dimitri—"

My left eye twitched and I involuntarily spat straight to the point "what is the meaning of this."

His pale blue eyes mysteriously brighten realizing the weak spot of mine he just hit