1 My Double Life

The life of an elite can be a pain in the ass. Especially when you're not even one of them...

I was sitting at my desk, reading through a stack of reports that had been piled on while I was away. It wasn't so much work as it was an excuse to get out of being around people.

Being the youngest member of the company by nearly 10 years, there were times I felt like I was just along for the ride—a glorified secretary who could write up orders and send them off with a couple of clicks of her mouse.

It's true that most of what I did involve getting things done without ever having to interact directly with anyone except other agents, but it still left me feeling somewhat disconnected from the rest of the world. But that was for the best, I didn't want anyone to know about my second life.

"A long night out?" Lydia asked, walking into my office without knocking or saying hello first. She was standing behind my desk, looking down at the reports. "Did you have fun?"

That made me raise my eyes from the report I'd been staring at for over ten minutes now, 'did you have fun?' I mimicked my face in my mind as I couldn't in front of her. She was one of the buttheads that were just hard to deal with.

She always had something smart to say whenever she saw me. The only reason I tolerated her is that she was useful. If I wanted to get anything done, I needed to talk to her.

She was indeed a beautiful woman, in her near thirties but no one would say so as her skin has the look of someone who's spent half their lives in the sun. Her long black hair flowed down her back like a river of dark water, and her olive-toned skin was smooth and flawless.

With those deep blue eyes, she looked like some sort of Greek goddess and that was before you realized how strong she really was. Lydia was a full agent, a Level 9, making her the strongest among us. And she was the one who was licking Ace's ass the most.

"Is everything alright?" He interrupted our conversation.

"Yes, everything is alright, she probably had a long night out and couldn't focus on her work properly," her sarcastic tone was as bitter as usual.

"Great, I hope that everything is going well."

"As far as I know, it is," she said before turning to leave.

I continued staring at the report, trying to figure out where to start with the next part of it, 'gosh, this is killing me!' I placed my hands on my head, hoping it would help me understand more things about it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The tone of the man's voice was full of concern. "You seem to be very stressed out right now."

"I'm fine, I'm just tired from the trip," I tried to keep my cool, but he noticed my expression and laughed. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my manager.

'Ace...' The manager of our department and the grandson of the CEO. Of course, we shouldn't know this, but once Lydia found out about it, she told everyone in secret.

I looked up and saw his perfect sharp jawline, which was framed with a thick mop of golden hair. His light brown eyes seemed to scan the room, examining every corner and detail before landing on mine.

'He looks so good,' My heart started beating faster at the sight of him.

"If you're feeling well, then I want these reports tomorrow on my desk." His voice tone was cold as ice. "The sooner they are ready, the better."

I quickly nodded. "Yes, boss, I'll do that!" I was already starting to sweat. 'He wants me to finish them tonight? But I have my shift!'

This was not helping me anyway.

My boss was a prick and my supervisor was the queen of bitches who could dethrone you anytime to benefit herself.

***

As I was clocking out of work, my phone rang. I checked the number and saw it was from my other job, 'what do they want now?' I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"A Vip client, 10 pm tonight. Don't be late." it hung up immediately without even letting me reply back.

I went home and changed clothes, preparing myself for the meeting with another rich bastard. I took a shower and started doing my makeup.

For no one to recognise me, it had to be a heavy one, with strict dark lines on my eyelids and dark and heavy eyeshadows. I also applied a lot of lipstick, hoping it would last all night.

The foundation was two tones darker than my original skin and the pink blush made me look as if I had a fever. "There..." I whispered as I looked at my long black hair, which was curled under itself and pinned on the side.

'What am I doing?' I asked myself as I noticed that my room was in a total mess. 'The hair spray, I must not forget it!' I began to look for temporary black hair dye. I couldn't risk being recognised outside by anyone.

"VIP client, 10 pm, don't be late," I repeated the words into my brain.

I left my room and headed for the elevator, when I suddenly realised that the door wasn't working, "gosh, this stupid button!" I felt my blood boiling as I kept on pressing it and pushing it. Nothing happened, but the doors were opening, "finally!" I shouted as I released my clenched jaw.

I tried to calm myself down because tonight wasn't the night to act like a bitch!

"10 pm, don't be late."

I reached the ground floor and quickly walked to the parking lot where a private driver from a host club was already waiting for me.

It took us less than twenty minutes to get to my second workplace. It was a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere, a perfect location for a high-class party.

"Miss, you're here early," the owner of the restaurant greeted me with a smile. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, "Vip today, no?" I giggled as I greeted her today, "yes, follow me now."