The boss's future wife
Neven Darga was sitting in his office in Vienna, observing the file his secretary had assembled and delivered that same morning. He did give them forty-eight hours, but he would have never expected so much juicy information in so little time.
His men had overdone themselves. They deserved a bonus!
Seeing their boss's good mood, the secretary and the detective who had led the investigation furrowed their brows. Their foreheads wrinkled while they tried to understand what was happening.
First, the boss hadn't stopped smiling since he had returned from Paris. Then, even before having his morning coffee, he had ordered an investigation on a woman.
It was pretty clear what had happened, but they weren't sure it was a good thing. The woman who had caught the boss's eye sure was outstanding, but maybe a little too much.
They couldn't imagine someone like her next to the boss.
Vera Bogdan was a beauty, judging from the pictures they had found. Her eyes could look a little scary from some angles, but they were magnetic.
However, she was bound to the Bureau of Supernatural Crime of Europol, simply known as the supernatural division or, even simpler: the agency. They would send their agents wherever in Europe there was some supernatural phenomenon, and their people were trained to face any kind of danger.
«The measures are wrong,» Neven said when he noticed the numbers. «She's two centimetres shorter.»
But then, he didn't add anything about the rest. Her breast size wasn't precise either, but he didn't need to tell anyone. It was something he alone ought to know.
His lips distended when he remembered how soft her bosom was under his hand. It was as if she was there with him at that moment. He was lost forever... And he had to find her sooner or later.
«Thankfully, she's a detective,» he said.
He could meet her again on many occasions like that. But, to do so, he needed to come up with an excuse. He couldn't just barge into the agency and tell them he would collaborate with them.
But it did seem nice. Being colleagues would have pushed them closer. However, he couldn't manage two full-time jobs. His companies needed him all the time, and being an agent meant training and a loss of time.
Was there any easier way to reach her?
Oh, there was. He could ask the agency to send her to him. They would have accepted as long as he offered enough. Now, now, what could be enough for their best agent?
«She's a student,» he noticed, then. «Ancient cultures? Seriously?»
He couldn't help but chuckle. Her grades were average, sometimes even less than that. How odd; it didn't match the image he had of her.
But his image of her was biased by his nature. He liked her: how could he see her as any less than perfect?
The only good mark was in one of the old languages. She did score a good grade in Latin, not so good in ancient Greek. Full marks in Sanskrit. Did she know three ancient languages? He could understand why the agency was holding her tight.
«She's so young, isn't she?» he continued. «How can she have ten years of experience at the Bureau? Isn't that too much? She was eleven when they signed her.»
«Twelve,» the detective corrected him. «She had turned twelve a few days earlier. There is utter secrecy about those events, so I couldn't open her file. All I could gather is in the report. Maybe, there is a secret we don't know... She seems like a dangerous woman, boss.»
«Dangerous? Also, twelve years old... Could she be a witch? Isn't that around the age they start using their powers?»
The detective shrugged. He had no clue when witches started doing witchcraft. He was human, after all. He did have many connections and knew about the supernatural division, but he didn't have anything to do with it. What surprised him the most was how their boss had accepted the existence of the Bureau of Supernatural Crime just like that - without even blinking.
So much that he didn't care to confirm whether a woman he liked was involved in it or not. He didn't seem worried by the perspective of Vera Bogdan being a witch. To him, it was more or less the same.
«My future wife is a genius,» he commented, making the two men in front of him lose any colour. They turned pale and froze in place, feeling awkward.
Was that their boss? For real?
Not only was he wasting time reading a woman's file, but he also considered her so close already. What had happened in Paris? What had that woman done to transform their cool, hard-working boss into a love-struck fool?
She was more than dangerous: she was lethal! They couldn't wait to meet her in person and check if her charisma was the cause of the boss's condition. From the pictures and the documents, they couldn't see anything worth mentioning. But they hadn't collected so much data, after all.
However, since the boss seemed content, it must have been enough.
Finding out the woman's job had been sheer luck, by the way. It was a well-hidden secret; they had to use their personal links and relationships to unravel the mystery. May everything else be a secret as well?
What if she was a real genius, as the boss thought, but they couldn't see it?
They sighed. Time would tell, and they would meet her sooner or later. Also, their boss was still too young to think about marriage. Someone needed to stop him before it was too late: he needed to think twice about it. Maybe even know the lady boss. He had been in Paris for a few days only: his was just an infatuation.
With some luck, they wouldn't need to do anything. Once getting to know her better, the boss would find out parts of that woman he didn't like but couldn't see before.