"The invitation to little Tiffany’s birthday will arrive at your house in a few days. The rest of the details will be sent to your devices montarily. If you have no more questions, you are dismissed."
And so, the eting with Assistant Chief Athena concluded. Agent Helios and I left her office and decided to roam around Mythos for the ti being since our excuse was that we were planning to go on a date.
We needed to get ourselves updated with the latest news in Mythos—gather new intel such as new weapons or gadgets that might have been developed and released while we were away, and catch up with the current Top Agent standing. After all, we couldn’t easily check that information when we’re outside Mythos. Certain information could only be accessible when we’re at the base to avoid any risk. Once we stepped outside, that information would be blocked by Mythos’ security system. Even our devices wouldn’t be able to access them unless we receive permission from the higher-ups.
While we were roaming around, I noticed how the other agents kept glancing in our direction—especially the won. Their gazes were different. So gave curious glances, so eyed from head to toe, so looked with envy, and the others would just roll their eyes. Just what did I do with these won? Good thing there were a few who kindly smiled at or looked as if they were inspired by ?
I had always known that I was not the popular type, but to garner this much hate in just two months? Wow. It must have been because of the publicity stunt. Now that I think about it, Agent Helios seed to be the Mr. Popular type. I rembered many girls squealing when he went up the stage during this year’s Agent Ranking Awards, where he stole my spot. Ugh. Just rembering it was enough to make my blood boil. I wouldn’t be taking this S-rank mission if it wasn’t because of him. And now, also because of him, I’m getting this much hate towards my fellow won!
’Oh, well. They can glare all they want. I don’t care about them anyway.’
Ugh. Who am I kidding? It’s irritating! Just a little more of this, and my blood would start to boil.
"Is there a scarcity of missions these days?" Agent Helios suddenly asked in a voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Or is it that the agents here are just lazy to the point that they have a lot of free ti to stare and gawk at my wife?"
He then stopped walking, turned his body towards , and pulled in an embrace! With his hands, he pressed my head unto his chest and covered my ears.
’W-What the heck is he doing?!’
Since I couldn’t just push him away in front of these many people, I looked up to see his expression and tried to read what was on his mind. When I did, I saw him glaring at the people behind .
’Ahh... Did he get angry for ? Because they kept giving the "eye" and all those rude gestures earlier?’
"I do hate it when people stare at what’s mine," Agent Helios continued, in a tone more stern and nacing than earlier. "All of you... GET LOST before I make you!"
At those words, everyone scurried out of the place. After all, who would dare cross the Top 1 Agent, right? Compared to him, they were a bunch of flies in a much lower caliber. Not to ntion, I’m the Top 2 Agent—though that didn’t stop them from giving the looks.
’Hah! Take that! Now, scram away, everyone! The party is over. Good job there, Agent Helios. I didn’t know a husband could co in handy at such tis.’
Wait a minute. Did he just say "what’s mine" as if I belonged to him?
...
Ba-dump!
...
’No, no, no, heart. You don’t beat for sothing as silly as that! It was nice of him to defend you, yes, but not that part, okay? Also, you shouldn’t be pounding at sothing so cringe as that. That’s just like those dramas I watch with my mother when I’m at ho! No way! Hm? But that drama just happened...
’Don’t tell I’m actually living inside a drama?!
’Pft! What am I even thinking? I should eat. I’m starting to get weird thoughts.’
"Are you alright, my dear wife?" Agent Helios asked while caressing my cheeks and looking at straight in the eyes.
’Ugh. Sotis his gaze is really... disturbing.’
I didn’t know why but I quickly averted my eyes from him.
"I’m good. You didn’t have to do that. I don’t really care about them anyway."
"But you look pissed earlier."
"Hm? I did?"
"Yes, you did."
"Oh. It’s probably just my usual poker face. I do look kinda angry when I—"
"Stop lying to . I can read you like an open book," he chuckled and smirked at . "I can also read that you’re feeling hungry, aren’t you?"
My eyes widened when he said that. The angry part, I could understand since it must have shown in my face earlier, but the "hungry" part? There’s no way that could have reflected in my face! How did he... well, it shouldn’t be hard to guess since we hadn’t had our breakfast yet. I almost got tricked.
"I could say the sa for you."
"Alright, let’s say I’m the one who’s hungry," he shrugged. "What would you like to eat?"
Grinning, I imdiately answered, "Lobster!"
"I should have known," he chuckled. "Unfortunately, that’s not on the nu for today’s al in the cafeteria, but I can get the ingredients and cook for you in my quarters, or we can go out and eat it in a restaurant nearby. Which do you prefer?"
"Eh? But we haven’t visited the Firearms Departnt. We need to check if there’s any new weapon we can use and new gadgets."
"Alright. Then, let’s go to my quarters. My kitchen there is fully set up. I’ll just ask one of the staff to deliver the ingredients."
"Why YOUR quarters? Why can’t we use mine instead? It also has a kitchen."
"What’s wrong? Afraid of being inside a room with ?" he teased. "We’ve been sharing bedrooms for so ti now and even sleep together."
"Ugh. Shut up. Besides, who’s afraid? I certainly am not. Why would I be afraid of you?"
"Because I might... attack you?" he teased again, smirking like the devil he was.
"Don’t you dare!" I snapped at him, though careful not to raise my voice too much. In a whisper, I added, "We’re at work—at Mythos! Just in case you’re forgetting!"
"Oh, I see," he whispered back. "Then it’s okay to attack you when we’re at ho?"
"What?! No! You’re not attacking—no one’s attacking, UGH. Let’s drop this. I just want to eat. I don’t have the energy to play with you, please."
"Aw, my poor wife. Don’t worry. I’ll fill you up soon."
Seriously, this guy! He’s speaking in a way that could be easily misunderstood again! Wraaaaa! Fill up my ass! How about I fill you up with bruises?!
I shot glares at him, and he finally stopped. Then, we went to his quarters, and I watched him cook the food in case he got any idea and tried to put sothing in it. Hmp! After that, we finally ate lunch, rested a little, then continued roaming around.
It was late in the afternoon when we finished and decided to go ho. On our way back, Agent Helios contacted our stylists and instructed them to get ready for a masquerade ball—a Royal Masquerade ball, according to the details sent by Assistant Chief Athena, which just arrived. It seed that little Tiffany was a fan of princes and princesses, so she wanted her 7th birthday to be with a royal the. At least it was that. I couldn’t imagine how I would dress if it sohow ended up being a Barbie doll the, or fairies, or other more girly stuff.
It was a few hours of drive from Mythos base to our ho, so while Agent Helios was driving, I browsed through the pictures of clothes our stylists sent us. They worked really fast. Agent Helios just told them about the masquerade an hour ago, and they already sent us pictures of different ball gowns and princely outfits we could wear. What a productive way to kill ti while traveling.
"They sent a lot as usual," I sighed. "What color would you like to wear?"
"Why don’t you pick? I’m good with any color."
"Umm... Black?"
"Pft! It’s a birthday party for a child. Why don’t you choose a friendlier or lighter tone?"
"Tsk. That’s why I’m asking you."
"Just browse through the designs and see which one you like."
"I’m really not good at this."
Because of that, I zood out all the pictures into a grid on my phone, closed my eyes, and just pointed at anywhere on my screen.
"I choose... this!"
I could hear Agent Helios laughing at what I was doing, but who cares? I’m not wasting ti choosing what to wear.
And so, I opened my eyes to see where my finger landed.
But with my luck, my finger landed on a dress that was a little too... sexy.
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