Chapter 18

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling cramps again. It hurt so much that I couldn't even stay still for a short moment. Even the hot atmosphere under the blanket didn't work.

I regret… I regret saying I want to be a human; moon saints didn't feel physical pain. Oh my God! What should I do? I am ready to do anything to stop these knives from stabbing me.

"Do you know what might stop your cramps?" his voice sounded so… sexy in my mind. No, these hormones!!! It's because of the hormones.

Orgasms… I didn't want to remember the rest but the answer slid quickly leaving me no chance to choose. The image of him laughing flashed inside my mind. I realized he looked like sin and temptation combined. No wonder that girl was there…

No wonder she accepted being under him and enjoy his looks… No, I mustn't think about that. He was perfect and money made him like that… If I had the money I would have done that too, I would look beautiful. What am I thinking about? This was Anais body and I wasn't a human.

A nervous laugh took a hold of me.

It wasn't fair. When he turned his head- the sculpted cheekbones, the high straight nose, the golden eyes that shimmered with amusement, the necklace around his neck…

The necklace around his neck… It was intriguing and attractive. I don't remember when I saw such a ruby gem; I bet it's a genuine one. He can afford it. All I could think about at the moment was the way he held me that night; it was magical.

How he made me feel, how he fixed the situation Claude put me in quickly when he wasn't forced to… Well, it was technically the fault of his friend and he wasn't my friend. Remembering how he laughed again, the butterflies in my stomach performed a show of admiration. I found myself touching my body erotically.

"How to trigger an orgasm? I will google it right now."

I picked up my phone and was blinded by the light. Oh! I will become a vampire at the moment.

"I thought you would have a bad night," Darcie came out from nowhere scarring me. "I am sorry. I didn't want to switch on the light. I brought you something that will help you to sleep."

My eyes stared at the hot beverage she prepared with a nasty smell. "Don't get that thing next to me? Wait, how long were you here?"

"I don't know but since you started wriggling and crying."

Just warn me… I was about to do something immoral. I want to scream internally. She smirked and I knew she knew so I snatched the mug from her hand and downed the beverage in one go. It was bitter and made my stomach like a whirlwind. In the end, I returned sleeping and she was right because I slept.

The next day was a lot harder. The bed pulled me. The gravity in the morning was stronger than the gravity the sun felt for the Earth. Still, I got up, drank Darcie's beverage again and went to work. A surprise waited for me there; Julie called me and Louise to her office with a wide grin on her face. I was on time and I didn't do anything bad yesterday…

"I discussed with Alexandre about both of you and decided to put you both in competition. I was disappointed with the first task and I can't do another interview. The world doesn't wait and the earlier ones get the worm. For now, you will do the same works and the best one shines and gets the position."

I was totally dumbfounded. I didn't expect Alexandre to agree on that while I had another mission I put on hold for two days… I need to call the detective and ask for an update on the situation. I got a threatening call after all.

"I am satisfied with the work you did, Anais. But work harder to get the position for your own good. You never know what might happen," she told me when she dismissed Louise.

"What do you know about my job?"

"I know Alexandre is investigating the disappearance cases for good articles. I never thought someone might accept his offer… I know you pulled an A for finding a corpse but I suggest you keep out from his fantasies. I know Alexandre better than you do. Follow my advice and get this job. I did this for you because I found you more reliable than the one I chose."

"Thank you. May I know where Mister Flambert is?"

"I don't think you can find him this week. If I could, I would have reported him as missing. I don't know where he disappears?"

And when I truly needed him… He just goes missing. Seriously… When my luck sucks…

"We have another interview. Thank goodness Alexandre had his fair share of acquaintances. I already told Louise about it. You need to prepare the questions we need to use in the interview and the best one wins this. Work hard, smartass!"

She opened the door and ushered me outside then left. I don't know how to feel about Julie; if she is nice or bad… But importantly, I had an interview to prepare for. I checked the files she gave me and was shocked by who it was; Claude Gachet. Seriously, must I see him everywhere? Very well, I must find a way to take revenge for my wounded pride.

I sat in front of my desk and tapped crazily, as if flames spread from my fingers. Google wasn't helpful in picking good questions so instead, I did my own ideas. I intended for it to be the worse questions you could ever ask anyone. I swear I will make him regret ever pranking me. It wasn't a prank… I don't know what he intended to do but you can't just go around and change a picture. From the enthusiasm I felt for this, I worked the next day the same way. I grinned looking at my finished work.

"It's certainly chaotic, you are going to burn someone with your glare," a male voice resounded on top of my shoulder. "I was waiting for your call but you didn't answer."

"How come you can get in and get out as much as you want, hypocrite detective?"

"My charms are unique. No one can refuse me."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Where is Alexandre?"

"Did he disappear again? Don't look for him when it happens! He is always like that. Going around and exploring some forbidden topics. I thought you might check the corpse… What if you see something unusual again? I believe in your superpower."

"Yeah, I am superwoman."

"And I am Ladybug. What are you doing here, Mark? I thought I was clear on not seeing you here. Don't pull the girl into your stupid discoveries," Julie joined us with bubble tea in her right hand. "I see you are working hard."

"You give me mixed feeling, editor-in-chief. I don't know if I should class you in nice category or bad category."

"Put me in gray and fix your fashion sense, okay. You look like a clown in that dress. Get your badly dressed derriere in my office and for you Mark, Get out of here. Although I can't give orders to anyone in the company, I don't like seeing you here. Sherlock Holmes will cry in his tomb seeing you imitate him."