“Good morning Sheryl.” I entered the large office space. Sheryl, my assistant, handed me a cup of coffee that I thanked her for. I sat down on my office chair and logged into my computer. I took a sip from the cup. “How was your trip?” asked Sheryl. I told her that I had a relaxing time on my week off from work. She filled me in on a few details about what I had missed the week I was gone. She handed me a folder and explained to me that the boss wanted me to enter the information in the computer. I thanked her again before she exited the office. The boss she had referred to was my father. Logan David was the current owner of L.D. Enterprises. He was the CEO of the enterprise here in Las Vegas, Nevada. He has many smaller enterprises in Los Angeles, Dallas, Austin, and NYC. My dad had given me an internship my summer after sophomore year of college. Now at 25 years old, I’m an executive manager of sales. Guess dad wanted to give me time to change my major to business, but still I have a minor in journalism.
I enjoyed the business because it allowed for me to boss people around and have my own assistant to run errands for me. My dad had given me work to do as soon as I got back from my trip. I had an overload before I left. Since then my dad lessened the load, but there was still plenty of work. I had lied about my week-long trip to Sheryl. I did get the week off, but it wasn’t a relaxing time. It was stressful. After getting off from work, I’d head home and start up on my second job. I would sit in my office to answer and respond to calls about missions available for me to take. When I took the job, I would schedule with Sheryl about the days that I’d have to miss. Then it would lead me to confront my dad about these sudden leaves. He understood my issue with my second job and hadn’t told anyone else. A knock sounded out the door. I looked up from my desk. It was my boyfriend, Tristan Turner. Tristan was 6’0, blond haired and blue eyed. His dad was a former friend of my dad. Richard Turner and my dad haven’t spoken in over six years. I remember as a child Richard and his wife, Emily would visit our house for the summer.
Tristan and I were good friends. We have been friends since we were four years old. “Hey gorgeous.” smiled Tristan. I stood from my desk and greeted him with a kiss. We have been dating since our senior year of high school. Seven years we have been together. This has been my second relationship. My first one was short-term. It was back in my freshman year of high school. My friends have said the first one was bad news. Guess I decided to take their advice by dating one of my best guy friends. “Hey, what are you ding here?” I asked him.
“I was in the city and decided to come by to see my beautiful girlfriend.” Tristan placed his hands on my hips. He tugged me lightly towards him and pressed his lips against mine. Tristan was the only person who knew about my second job. “We are still on for dinner tonight?” I nodded and told him that I’ll be seeing him at the restaurant for dinner tonight. He smiled and kissed my lips before bidding me goodbye. He exited the office when my cellphone rang. People should understand that I have an office phone for them to call when I’m in the office. “Hello?” I answered.
“Alexis, sorry about the possible intrusion.” My good old friend, Nate Styles said on the other end. I told him that I always had time to talk to him. Nate and I had met in one of my English classes in high school. He was one of my main supporters since the breakup with my first boyfriend. “How’ve you been?” I asked him. Nate told me about his day and his job. He invited me to this party coming up this Saturday and wondered if I’d like to join him. Nate knew I was currently in a relationship with Tristan. I told him that I would think about the invite. We continued to chat for five more minutes before hanging up. After work, I drove out to the restaurant where I was meeting Tristan. I entered the restaurant. Tristan waved me over for me to join him. “How was work babe?” I sat down in the seat across from him. Tristan didn’t work in an office space like I did. He was an architect, which made office spaces and buildings that I worked in. “Stressful. My dad held another meeting this week. Oh, and I was invited to go with Nate to a party.” Tristan and Nate weren’t exactly close friends, but they were both aware of how much each of them meant to me. Tristan questioned me about when the party would be taking place. He sounded intrigued. I reminded him that Nate and I are friends. “When’s the party?” He repeated his question.
I told him that the party was this Saturday. We had our dinner and drove home. As soon as I entered my office, my cellphone rang again. “Alexis, you need to drive here ASAP.” Madison’s voice sounded frantic. I told her that I’ll be there in fifteen. I hung up the phone. Tristan asked me where I was headed. I told him that I got called to head to the agency. He told me to drive safe and kissed me goodbye. I drove out to the agency building as fast as I could. I had my own office here at the agency, but I preferred to work from home. It only allowed me to save some gas after driving to my dad’s company. It was a 30 minute commute time from my house to the company but added another 20 from the company to the agency. I enter the agency. Madison greeted me at the door. “Henderson wanted me to inform you about—“
“Another mission? Madison, I just got back from the last one.” I interrupted. She handed me a file to look at. Apparently this file would be the third case I’m working on this month. “Yes. Henderson is aware of that. He wants his best team for the job Lex.” Even though Alexis is a preferred name to be called around her, Madison hasn’t failed to call me Lex. Guess for her it would be easier to refer to me as Lex than by my last or first name. We approached Henderson’s office. Madison left me to tend to other important matters. I knocked on the the door and heard a faint come in. I entered the room to see Henderson at his desk. “Alexis, glad you’re here.” said he. “I have something to discuss with you.” I nodded to allow for him to continue on with discussing the contents of the file I held in my arms. Henderson told me that there was a man they’ve been trying to catch for six years now. He explained how this particular man has been on the run from every government agency, such as the CIA and the FBI. “Why is he running? Is he a criminal?” I asked. Henderson was like my second father. Although being 53 years old, he treated me like his own child. Everyone here credited me as his “daughter.” Henderson said that the man has broken every law that could be broken, but he still hasn’t been caught. He told me that it was my job to bring him in for questioning. He’s on America’s Most Wanted list as well. “If he leaves the country, he’s out of our hands but we’ll have an even bigger problem on our hands.” said he.
“You want me to make sure he doesn’t leave the country and bring him in.” Well, the mission sounded simple enough. There were no records of pictures, so I had to go off of what was listed in the paperwork. I left the room and walked down the hallway to my office. I usually don’t work at the agency since I’m always working from home. Madison was waiting for me outside the door. “Get everything ready for me tomorrow morning.” I told her. She nodded and resumed the walk down the hallway before rounding a corner. I entered my office and sat down to look at the file more in depth. Everything Henderson had discussed me was in the file. I was only given a height and facial description of the suspect. He was around 6’1, green eyed, and brown haired. It wasn’t much to go off of, but I could ask around if anyone has seen a man with that description in the known locations he’s stolen from or broken into. I had a feeling that this mission was going to be hard to close. Henderson had faith in me. I was one of his best agents. I closed the file and left the agency. Tomorrow, the work starts; and I will be prepared.