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[ the lawyer ]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬. Natalie had helped you, seeing as you lived next door to her. Soon, the man was lying on the couch, hair strewn and mouth agape. 

You lifted his head to place a pillow beneath it as Nat watched. "How come you haven't told me about him?" she asked. 

You turned around as you pulled a blanket over him. "There's nothing to tell, Nat. He's just some stuck up lawyer who doesn't know his limits," you replied nonchalantly, walking into the kitchen, the angel hot on your trail.

"Okay, but you clearly like him." You scoffed, shaking your head as you busied yourself with preparing some glasses of water. "What? Don't act like that, Y/N, you know I'm right. And the way he was watching you all night confirms that he likes you too."

"First of all, I don't like him. Second, he was not watching me, and even if he was, I would not find pleasure in knowing that."

"Say's the blushing girl," she sang, waltzing out towards the front door after downing the water. You groaned as she opened the door, facing you. "I would give him a chance. I mean, look at that face."

"Hey, what happened to Pete?" you questioned, desperate to move the topic of conversation. 

A sweet grin lifted at the corners of her mouth as she swooned, leaning on the door frame. "I haven't forgotten about him if that's what you're insinuating," she retorted with a sigh, closing the door behind her after waving.

You sighed as you turned around and couldn't help but plead Natalie's demand. You walked closer, leaning down. The moonlight coming from the blinds casted a white aura around him, and you found yourself moving a strand of hair from his eyes. You blinked, standing up and shaking the new feeling that overpowered your body, as if to get rid of it.

The next morning, you walked downstairs and into the kitchen, wearing a white flowery baby doll top, with blue jeans and platform sandals. You could hear Dallas groaning, so you poured him a cup of coffee and walked over, finding him sitting up. You cleared your throat, making him snap his head to you after he had been slowly looking around the room. "Did we...?" he immediately started, gesturing between the two of you.

You smirked, shaking your head as you quickly denied, "God, no. I have standards remember?" You chuckled, handing him the coffee. He seemed reluctant to take it but seeing you sip from your own must of urged him to copy.

"What the hell happened? I have a massive headache, but I don't remember drinking allot," Dallas asked, rubbing his eyes, placing the cup on the coffee table across from him.

"Well, you did drink allot. You passed out, and Corwin had already left, so I brought you to my place," you answered. Dallas nodded, taking another sip. "I've got to go, some errands to run, but let yourself out and lock it. There's more coffee on the counter if you need." You picked up your bag and grabbed your keys, opening the door.

"Wait!" You turned, finding Dallas standing from the couch, slightly disoriented, but nonetheless rushing over. He stopped, leaning his arm on the frame. The blonde leaned forward, looking down at you as you raised your eyebrows in question. "Thank you."

You smiled, shaking your head. "Yeah, well, this is the first and last time you're seeing this apartment. Don't think you can get away with getting wasted all the time. I won't always be there," you joked, slipping outside. 

Dallas stuffed his hands in his pocket, watching as you as slid into your car "I'll see you for the Lennard case!" he yelled, desperate for an excuse to continue talking. 

You tilted your head, a smirk curling its way onto your glossed lips. "Get ready for an ass-whooping!"

"Great work, angels, but our job's only half-finished," Charlie said, "There's still the matter of Mr. Knox's stolen technology."

You were sitting at Charlie's chair, Natalie on the desk, with Alex and Dylan sitting in front of you in the cushy white chairs. Eric was standing whilst Vivian sat by the mini bar to my right. "So, what's so special about your software?" you asked, taking a sip from the juice Dylan had gotten you. 

Eric faltered, gazing at your lips before stuttering out a reply, "Oh, it's really...it's really quite amazing. We developed a program. You see, everyone's voice is unique. It has a unique signature, like a snowflake. And it can be mapped, similar to the way that a fingertip-." Knox was cut off by Vivian.

"It's audio DNA. It makes it impossible to disguise or scramble a voice signal," she informed. You shared a nod with the other angels as Eric sent you a sheepish smile.

"Of course. All of Red Star's satellites have global positioning systems. Combine that with your voice identification-."

"Red Star could turn any cell phone into a homing device," Alex finished for Natalie.

"No one could hide," you said.

"Imagine how dangerous this would be in the wrong hands." You weren't paying attention to Vivian as Eric beamed at you, a crooked grin on his face. You breathed out a chuckle, sending him a small smile. "It would be the end of privacy."

"That's where you come in, angels. Corwin is premiering his Red Star racer at the California Speedway," Charlie said.

"That's our chance for a little recon. We should plant a hidden camera on Corwin," Alex suggested, earning a nod from you.

"Looks like it's off to the races, angels."

At the racetrack, you polished up the rear-view mirror, your butt purposely sticking out, cleavage dangerously low. Corwin looked over and you ducked your head, hoping he wouldn't see your face. You tapped your arm twice and Natalie left, holding her glove out as he came over. You followed Alex as Dylan took a seat in Corwin's car, soon flirting with the driver. As she seductively licked the wheel, you clicked a sharp device in place as Alex hit the boot, the lid lifting. You reached inside, placing the small camera on his briefcase.

"Mission accomplished. Tomorrow morning, Corwin will give us a tour of Red Star," Alex said as Dylan caught up with you, linking her arm with yours.

Suddenly, you gasped, "Thin Man." You all turned, finding the mute assassin by the Red Star car, putting his helmet on and strapping in. Natalie got in the race car, following after him. You all put on the headphones which connected us to Natalie. "Nat! Hey, what's going on?" you questioned into the device.

"Our old friend, Creepy Thin Man, decided to pay us a visit." You watched the footage from the screen, seeing the two cars swerving, going at an impossible pace.

After the race, and the Thin Man presumably dead after driving off a bridge, you were back at the office. On the large screen, it displayed the footage from the camera. "With the micro camera we planted on Corwin's briefcase, we've been able to study Red Star's layout," Charlie informed.

"There's the main frame, right behind that door," Natalie said, pausing the footage.

"Well, that's where my software would be, but the security looks incredible," Knox thought out loud.

"Yeah. Restricted access," Alex stated.

"Fingerprint ID," Dylan added.

"Retinal scanner," you chimed in.

"Angels, break it down."

"Only two directors of Red Star have access to the mainframe. In order to get through the security system, they have to synchronize their entrance," Dylan said. "A gelatin scanning plate takes exact fingerprints."

"A laser accurate to .009 millimeters scans the retina," Natalie piped.

"The mainframe is accessible only through a monitored airless antechamber." You nodded at Alex's inquiry. "A surveillance monitored clean room."

"There's only one way to get through undetected: Be invisible. The floor is rigged with pressure sensitivity. A contact exceeding 0.25 seconds triggers the alarm," you ended.

"Sounds impossible," Vivian sighed.

"Sounds fun," Natalie corrected with a grin.

For the first director, you, Natalie and Alex had to dress glittery robes and dance sensually in a middle eastern themed club. You leaned down, brushing your finger across the target's lip to which he placed his beer down, where Dylan quickly stepped in, taking the beer.

Dressed in short German themed dresses and shorts, you arrived at the second director's house, posing as yodelers. Bosley tilted forward with the large gold trumpet, scanning the man's eye.

At the lab, as you developed faulty hands with the proper fingertips and matching eye contacts, Alex suddenly piped up, "Wait, Y/N, don't you have your meeting tomorrow? For the Lennard case?" she asked, the others turning to you.

"Shoot, yeah I do," you sighed, shaking your head. "Guess you'll have to do this mission without me, girls."

"I'm sure we'll live, Y/N/N," Natalie chuckled. "Besides, maybe Dallas will be there."

You glared at her as the other two angels stepped in. "Dallas? You mean that cutie from work? From the party?" Dylan questioned, receiving a roll of your eyes and groan as a response.

"Yes. God, you guys really need to focus on your own love lives," you said, the girls laughing.

"How come I haven't met him?" Alex asked.

"Because you're lucky," you replied.

You arrived at work, sending some quick greetings to your co-workers. You were wearing a black plaid skirt and a white turtleneck, with a brown mid-coat, as well as tights and knee-high boots.

You walked into your corner office, placing down some files when you heard a high-pitched giggle come from outside. You shook your head, brushing it off as you got back to work. But the squeal came again, and with a roll of your eyes, you left your office, wandering down the short hallway towards the source of the animilistic laughing. You discovered Amy, your assistant, leaning over her desk as she smiled up at someone. And that someone was Dallas Parker. 

He was leaning in as well, arms braced on the counter, smirking down at the blonde woman. You ran your tongue along your teeth, crossing your arms and clearing your throat. Both their heads snapped to me, and Amy gave me a sweet grin. "Hi, Ms. Daniels!" she chirped, grabbing a warm cup of coffee and handing it to you.

"Amy," you greeted, sending her a warm smile, before your eyes swept over to Dallas. "And what might you be doing here?"

"I was just passing through when I thought I could take you to lunch," he answered, before he glanced over to Amy. "But now, I'm thinking something entirely different."

You quietly scoffed as Amy practically melted under his eyes and you turned around. "Well, Amy's already taken one too many breaks and I would be a bad boss if I allowed her another one, especially with such a snob, so why don't you and your thoughts run along now?" you offered, walking away.

Amy huffed as she took a seat when Dallas ran after you. As you were about to enter your office, he took my arm; gentle yet enough to pause your movements. "Okay, okay, wait. I still want to take you for lunch. Or even a drink," he said, sending you a hopeful glance. 

You stared at him, then lifted your eyebrows and sighed, "Sure. I'm hungry anyway. But I'm picking, and you're paying," you add, grabbing your bag. 

He followed after you with a grin, speeding up to match your fast and calculated pace. "Of course."