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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

Alyn knocked on the door tentatively and waited for a response from inside. She’d been called to see McCartney and was slightly worried as to why – she’d got her reports done by two like he asked, and other than that, she’d never stepped out of line.
That’s why you’re so boring, Alyn Madison Walker.
“Come in, come in!” she heard from inside.
Opening the door she asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, do sit down,” she sat on a plush seat opposite him. He leant forward on his oak desk and put his hands together, “You know you’re the prettiest girl in the office, don’t you?”
She shook her head, rolling her eyes, “Is that what you called me in here for, sir?”
“Alyn, I’ve got an incredible chance for one of my reporters here, and I chose you.”
“Because of my looks?”
“Partly. But not because I personally think you’re gorgeous, but because I need a pretty girl to do this …”
“What is it? What’s the chance?”
“To do a news special on CNN.”
Her eyes widened, “Are you serious?”
“Yes. It is truly a fantastic opportunity.”
“Well … I … I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll do it.” He slid a thick envelope forward, “all the details are in here.”
“I – wait … what is it that I’m meant to do to get this? They wouldn’t just give it away.”
“They need someone to go undercover for -”
“Undercover? I’m not sure about that.”
“Hear me out. They need someone, an attractive young lady such as you, to go undercover for a special about drug crime.”
Again, she felt in awe of his words. The first and last time I’ll ever feel like that towards him, she thought. She’d wanted to do an investigation into street crime for a while, after seeing there was an increase in burglaries and muggings in a normally fairly peaceful city. And after experiencing it first hand, she definitely wanted to look into it.
“I’m not sure.”
Yet, she didn’t feel comfortable here. There was something he wasn’t telling her and it made her feel uneasy.
“Do you want to make something of yourself Alyn? Or do you want to be a lowly puppet forever? This is a fantastic opportunity, only someone as stupid as you would pass it up.”
“You know what?” She stood, her hands making fists in her rage. “Fuck you. That’s right, fuck you. I’ll take your stupid undercover thing and I will blow it out of the water. You won’t know what hit you, you condescending bastard.”
He leant back in his chair, grinning callously, “Make sure you keep to your word, Miss Walker.”
I’ll keep to my word alright. I’ll show you.
She stood and grabbed the heavy package off his desk. She turned on her heels defiantly and walked towards the door. As she touched the handle, he called her.
“And Alyn,” she stopped. “Take the rest of the day of. I think you’re going to need it.”
She nodded, feeling relieved.
One more minute in this place and I’ll be the one taking something.
Once at home, she sat down to read the notes thoroughly. One of the first things she’d read was Top Secret. Top secret. She thought it was exciting at first, but reading on, she started to wonder how much of this she could actually do. She wasn’t a good actress, she wasn’t a good liar, and she didn’t have any knowledge of street life or drugs crime. She didn’t look like the sort of person who would be trying to find this sort of stuff. The only reason she’d carry on was to prove her boss wrong. And I will prove him wrong.
She flicked over one of the pages and saw a photograph paper clipped to another sheet. She saw the cold eyes of a ruthless man staring back at her and quickly unclipped the photo and put it to one side. She read through his notes, assuming he was the one she was looking for. The mother load.
Jake Wolfe. Aged 29, originating from just outside Seattle. Has done time for robbery and GBH, two years in total, one year at age 20 and one at age 22. Known to be a drug dealer – elusive and seemingly uncatchable. Clever. Stay alert around him at all times. Known to be ruthless.
She swallowed. Shit, I can’t do this.
She heard a beeping coming from her handbag and wondered what it was for a few seconds, before realising it was her cell phone. It’d been an age since anyone had rang her. Looking at the caller ID, it said ‘Work’. She sighed and answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello again Miss Walker.”
“Checking up on me, McCartney?”
“Something like that. We’ve just received word that Wolfe is running a crack house down town.”
“I see … And?”
“We need you to go and check it out.”
“Why don’t the police just raid the place?”
“They need the proof Alyn; they can’t just run in there and arrest them if it’s a clean house.”
“So you’re using me to find out?”
“You agreed to do the story.”
She sighed, “You’re lucky I need this.”
“I’ll tell you the address. And make sure you dress in skimpy clothes. I know how you love them anyway.”

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He’d pissed her off big time. She was so sure she could do this, she just needed a break. And this is it. Busting drug dealers. She was scared shitless as she walked to his house, the cold wind blowing up the shortest skirt she could find. People gave her strange looks as she walked down the road. She looked like a common prostitute. Heels, strappy top, slutty make up.
This story better be worth it.
She approached Harvard Avenue after leaving her apartment only 15 minutes ago. It felt strange to her that something like this could be happening so close to her. She found number 134 quickly. It was dingy, a bit run down, but it could pass as a family home. It didn’t seem out of place there, it fit in with the rest of the street. But something was different, and that’s why she was here. Doing something so stupid. She had no idea what to say, what to do. She hadn’t finished reading the pack before she left her flat.
She walked up the 2 stair stoop and rung the door bell. Standing on the doorstep, she was wringing her hands through nerves.
How could I think I could do this?
A tall, burly man came to the door, a weird fringe pulled haphazardly over his face. This must be the elusive Jake. Just like the photo, only he’s actually slightly more attractive in person.
She pushed these thoughts out of her mind, feeling her skin crawl just thinking something remotely nice about this monster.
He only opened the door a little, yet she could smell something weird already.
“Yeah?”
“Uh …,” she leaned forward and whispered, “someone told me this was the place to come if you wanted coke.”
“Who?”
“Just someone.”
“Are you a cop?”
“Ha, me? No.”
“Reporter?”
“Nope.”
He pulled her into the house, but stopped her before fully shutting the door. He ran his large hands down her sides.
He’s searching me? At least he’s thorough.
He ran his hands down her legs, although she was wearing no tights under the hated skirt.
“Smooth.” He grinned, feeling back up, reaching her thighs.
“Ah,” she stood back, skin crawling from his rough touch. “Enough of that, cheeky.”
He laughed, “for now, anyway. Well, I found nothin’ on you, come on in.”
The upstairs lights were off, and it was darker in the hall than by the door. She could make out a kitchen right in front of them, but he veered her off to the right.
“And this is where the magic happens.”
And he wasn’t kidding. Around 16 men and women were in the room, some young, as young as, Alyn guessed, 16 or 17, and some as old as 40. They were all smoking, snorting and doing all sorts with different types of drugs. There were even two couples practically fucking on the sofas. She nearly heaved, feeling her stomach tightening through disgust.
I have to get out of here, I have to get out!
“You know what I just remembered? In my haste, I forgot my purse, silly me! I’ll come back another time, when I have some money.”
“Hey, baby,” Jake soothed. “No need for money … you could repay me … in favours.”
“Favours?”
“You know … favours.”
He lazily reached out for her, easily slipping his arm around her, drawing her into him. She tried to control her breathing as she felt overwhelming panic come over her.
All this for a story?
“I – I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I thought you whores would do anything for a line?” he sneered.
“Uh – not this whore.”
“Aw come on baby. I’ll give you any shit you want, I got everything.”
Everything?
“Yeah, like what?”
“Come now, I can’t just tell you that. We’ll discuss the goods after the deal’s done, sugar. Or maybe the deal after I get the goods.” He added with a filthy laugh.
“And how do we seal this deal?” She suddenly slipped into flirt mode, and tried not to tense up as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt.
“I have a room upstairs.”
“Well, what you waiting for?”
“Right this way.”
Within an hour, she’d been used and chucked out on to the street. All she had to show for it was the memories, a small bag of white powder and a warning.
“I think I trust you. But if you ever tell anyone about this, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
Looking at the bag in her hand, she wondered if that pain was worth this story. She wondered if she even could prove anything with this amount of stuff.
Prove something other than the fact that I’ve sunk to new lows.
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