[Author's Note: please be patient as this is the beginning of the story, it might be slow at first, but we are getting to the magical part of this story soon so keep reading to get the juicy part ]

Chapter 1

Helen kicks a few things aside to make way for herself as she enters her house. The day was so hectic she manage to drag her feet home, she needs to find it before her boss ask for it. She is sure the boss will kill her this time.

“Goodness me!” she yells,.. but to no particular person or thing.

Her gaze fell on her reading table. "When last did I even read a book?” She mumbled the words and pick up the novel laying on the reading table collecting dust.

She stares at the cover page for a few seconds, she was so frustrated at her own inability to finish the book she bought five months ago, she has really wanted to know how the story ended but….

“What is this?” She bend over to pick up her panties. It has been on that spot for two weeks.

She hardly stays at home and whenever she manages to stay home, she sleeps like a log of wood.

Turning around, she scanned her living room and wish it could clear itself

“Helen…, be a lady and clear this house up!” she scolds herself.

But today, she didn’t come to stay home, she is here to look for her….

“Where could it be?” she search the whole house but couldn't find it.

Will you blame whatever she was looking for?. The whole house is a mess and there is no way she will see whatever she’s looking for , jugging from the state of her room.

Helen is the perfect description of the word. “disorganized.” even though she's the most beautiful girl when she steps out the house.

"What the f*ck?". She curse, looking at her watch. "I don't have time for this. Where in hell are you?..I'm running late". She yells at the inanimate object as if it can hear her.

Scattering the whole place but couldn't find it, she was about giving up when she decide to take one last look under the sofa and "there you are" The passport she needed for today's mission.

She picked it, dust it, "now we are ready to go". Running and walking as she hurried back to the office to meet up with her appointment with the boss. She  keeps looking at her watch as she run.

 "Helen, you are late". The boss deep ugly voice reprimands her.

"I'm sorry boss, I was busy with…."

Helen felt a sense of blackout but soon realize it was the boss who gave her a slap across her face that forced her to bend over holding her face with both hands. It was as if her face was about falling off her neck.

"You owe me your life, Helen, and you will do whatever I want, if you like die and come back to life, you can't begin to pay off your debt.

I pay your f*cking bills and you dare come to work late?. I own you, and you will do whatever I say, understand?."

"Yes boss," Helen manage to say, still holding her face and shivering.

She knew that whenever the boss is like this, she will be the one to suffer even though she's not the one who made him angry.

"Your flight leaves in thirty minutes. I want the package dead or alive," the boss said with a straight face. He is not the type to laugh and make jokes. When he means business, he doesn't play around.

Helen wanted to say  " I'm sorry boss, what did you say?". 

But she knew better than to make such costly mistake, she just bow and turn to leave even though she didn't get the full details of the mission. She was so afraid to ask. But she stops on her track when she heard his voice again and turn to face him.

 "You can't afford to make any mistake, Helen. Bring me the package dead or alive".

He repeated with a murderous voice and Helen could see something like flashes of light coming out of his eyes, or maybe because she was so afraid of him that she keeps imagining sparks of light coming out of his eyes.

"Yes boss, I'm sorry boss". She bows like five times in a roll.

"You can go, Noah will brief you when you onboard the flight."

 She got to the airport walking willy-nilly with so much thoughts in her head, she can't imagine the day she will be free from the boss..

"Hello," someone called at her and she turned back, it was...

"Noah!…" Helen called and walk back to meet Noah who has been waiting for her at the airport.

"So what's the brief?" Helen ask immediately they got into the plane.

"This" he hand Helen a picture of a little girl in a school uniform.

"Is this a joke?, what should I do with this?."

"This is the package. You are required to bring her dead or alive."

"Hahaha" Helen finds herself laughing even though she's not in the mood to laugh. "are you serious!, you want me to kidnap this girl?"

"Yes", Noah reply smiling at her, knowing full well that Helen is not in the mood to smile because he can see the finger print of the boss on Helen's face.

Noah is used to seeing those finger prints on her face and has often wished he can do something to help her. But there is nothing he can do to help. The boss will kill him if he finds out he is helping Helen.

"That's not part of my job. I'm only a thief, not a kidnapper,," Helen said and threw back the picture at Noah.

"Look, you have no choice here, and what's the difference?, thief or kidnapper, they are all the same," he said, chewing his gum like he didn't care.

"I am not a kidnapper," Helen repeated grinding her teeth at Noah..

Noah went silent for a second and then  brought out his phone to make a call.

"Who are you calling?" Helen ask when she saw Noah trying to make a call.

"Calling your boss, of course,"

"Fine, I'll do it, turning me into a kidnapper overnight, huh!…" she murmured and slide on to a seat, crossing her legs and chewing her gum nonchalantly.

"Can you tone that down a bit?" Noah asks. "Your gum is distracting me."

"Whatever. " she covered her face with a napkin and doze off.