Saira SwitzJefferson:

'Le Mary Celeste.Take us there.'

I slid on my seat,turning my back to Ethan Moretz who would soon know better than to challenge me.

'Le Mary Celeste?Isn't that in the top ten club list in Paris?'
he says,bringing me back to reality,far away from the oreo ice-cream with double chocolate cookies.

I haven't eaten anything,just water and coffee.
My stomach's grumbling like John Cenna is hitting a punching bag.
It's okay though.
I had training on this too,how to go for days without food but that was when I was,let's say,a refugee.

Two lean fingers snap before my eyes and I blink,a bit startled.
'Yes it is.Mr.Desmond.'

From the corner of my eye,I see Ethan angling his body towards me.
'Why so formal?'
'Why so many questions?'
'Because I am curious.'
'Too curious.'
'So I have been told by my middle school teacher who also said I couldn't accomplish anything,let alone start an empire.'

Finally giving up,I look at him,resigned.
'I am not buying it.'
His electric blue eyes are as always,mocking.
'It's true.Do you know why he said that?Because I yelled at him for taking a surprise test.'

Amused,I say,'So aggressive at such a young age.'
'Yeah well,he was pure torture for me. So I had to counter attack.'

Silence is what he gets.He thinks he can weasel the friendliness out of me by chatting me up,well he won't be pleased.

'Are you always like this?',he says,voice tainted with curiosity and a gentle touch of thoughtfulness.

'Unresponsive and rude,you mean?
Only to the people whom I don't trust.'

'As expected.'

The car halts to a stop before I can open my mouth and I smile inwardly,the game begins,Ethan Desmond Moretz.

The game begins.

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Walking into the private hallway that led to my compartment,I look around to see silver twinkling chandeliers are added,golden vases decorate both the sides and a confused but hiding it well trillionaire.

He won't ask me this time,he won't.

'Excuse me,whose property is this?',he asks a waiter standing there with a tray.

Would you look at that?
I got proven wrong,well partially.

The waiter looks at him with a discerned look,'The property of Veronica Zurla.'

I walk ahead with a bored look and soon he catches up with me.
'So your real name is Veronica Zurla?'
'Yes.You caught on fast.'
'Don't lie.'
'Excuse me?'

Is this guy for real?

Sneaking a peak,I see the oh so famous smirk of the trillionaire.

Seriously,why do the good-looking boys always smirk?
What is it,in their gene or something.
They have a gene enclosed in a gene coat named smirkcoat?

Good-looking boys are a pain.Period.

'Your real name isn't Veronica Zurla,your real last name is SwitzJefferson.But you didn't enclose your real name.Why?Why so mysterious,bella donna?'

'Leave it as a mystery,you won't like what you find if you dig in.'

'Can't help it.I am in.'

No.You.Are.Not.

Whatever,I am putting a gun on your head,again,so we will see about that.

I open the double doors to my compartment and gesture Ethan to take a seat.

'This is royalty.'he says,looking around at the huge glass window.

'Pretty much.I will be right back.'

I go to the restroom and get my gun out and the bucket of apples.

Re-entering my compartment,I see Ethan standing at the glass window sill,looking out.
I hate to mention it,but he is quite a sight.

He turns around,his sleeves rolled up and his eyes widen,electric blur eyes looking more prominent.

Smirking slightly,I throw the gun at him and catches easily.
Placing the apple on my head,I tell him.
'Shoot the apple.'

He seems comfortable with the gun but he's startled,that much is clear.
'You do this to all the boys who take you on dates?'
'Just to my business partners.Now shoot.You miss and you're out.'

He smirks,his shoulder thrown back with confidence as he steadies the gun,pushing the barrel and bam!
The apple flies off.

'Where did you learn to shoot like that?'
'I had a lot of training.'
'So did I.'

Taking a few steps close to him,I say,'But can you open a vault?Because we are going to the vault of this club which is on the top floor and steal some documents.'

He isn't hiding his disbelief.
'Just to prove I am worthy,you want me to steal documents from the most prestigious club?'

My eyes are mocking,
'Of course.Wouldn't want Mr.Trillionaire's reputation to go downhill,would we?'

He doesn't say anything and I get my phone out while keeping my eyes on.

'You are free to go,Ethan Desmond Moretz.You won't do it.Tell Donny Elle,I reject his client,no matter how rich he is,even when he's a trillionaire.Goodbye.'

Saying that,quite pleased with Ethan's dumbfounded look,I turn my back and walk away from my private compartment to the vault on the top floor  that holds untold secrets,ready to be captured.

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'I can't hear you Zoe.Speak loudly.'I say,tired of repeating the same thing.

Zoe's voice comes out muffled and disconcerted.

I am right now in front of the vault and my men are guarding the doors while I try to interpret what ancient code Zoe is decciphering.

'Ok the code is 294..szvd...si
.dxx'

'No wait!Oh come on.'

I crack the numbers and the wheel moves slightly.

Agitated.
I am agitated,this has never happened before,mainly because Zoe was right there by my side,she's the expert in cracking the vault number.

'Madam?',Charlize,one of the bodyguard speaks.

'Not now.'I say,my eyes shut,leaning against the wall.

'It's a note madam.It might be the code.'

What?
WHAT?

I spin around and sure enough,there is a paper with neat cursive handwriting.
Grabbing it from Charlize who looks as startled as I feel on the inside.

'How did you get it?Did someone just get in?',I bolt questions at him.

'No madam,I found it in my pocket.I don't know how,maybe someone planted it there.'

Saying no more,I read the code and try to crack the vault door.
It opens slowly after what seems like an eternity and increasing excitement bubbles through me.

I can finally take the documents.
I can finally do it.

It opens but...no,this isn't possible.
The documents were supposed to be right at the front,but it's nowhere seen.

You.Are.Kidding.Me.

He didn't,did he?
But he told me he wouldn't!
Oh wait..he never actually said that.
I never gave him the chance to talk.

'Looking for something,Saira SwitzJefferson?'

Pissed,I spin around and see none other than Ethan Desmond Moretz,leaning against the gates,his hands holding the documents I hahave been looking for half an hour,with the light splashing his face,he looks royalty itself.

'Am I worthy enough now?',his smirk grows wider and all I can do is grit my teeth,tell Charlize our work is done and we will head back to the hotel.

Marching past Ethan,in one swipe motion,I kick him in the knee and the documents slide off his hand as he mutters something incoherent.

Catching the documents in one hand,I pat him in the back with the other.

'You want to stick with me.
Well you're stuck.As long as I want to. '

He straightens up and smirks again,'Looking forward to getting stuck with you,Saira.'

How did this fellow find my name again?
It's almost impossible to...whatever.

I sigh and go out of the top floor,heading towards the lift that will take me somewhere I won't have to see his smug face.
He sure does know how to surprise a girl.

But for now,I know only one thing:
It sure as hell is going to be a long night.

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