Kiki's Secret Mission; Part-1

I got called to the President's office today, and my first thought was, "Oh no, I'm getting fired." But then I remembered what I really did—remember the button incident at the harbour? Yup, that button.

Okay, quick recap, I was on the ship's captain deck, delivering some boring drug files (yawn) when I noticed the cutest little sticker on the control panel. I know, I KNOW I'm not supposed to touch any controls—like literally 100 times I've been told this—but the sticker was begging me to peel it off. So, of course, I did. And, uh, whoops... that cute little sticker was attached to a button that made the entire ship shake like it was having a panic attack. People were yelling, and I was like, "Oh crap, I messed up big time."

Turns out, the ship was carrying precious sea stones and pearls. FOUR whole cargos of them. Guess what happened? The grabber machine holding them just let go—right into the ocean. Yeah. I was that person. 

But WAIT, it gets better. So, the captain had to pee—yup, I said it—while still controlling the grabber. He runs off to do his thing, and I, being the genius I am, thought, "I'll just... help." And in my bright idea to 'help,' the entire stack of precious cargo crashed into the water. Bye-bye, expensive stones!

Cue the epic scolding. I'm talking full-on, "YOU'RE GOING TO DESTROY THE WHOLE COMPANY!" rants. And me? I was begging for mercy like a total disaster. I literally grabbed the captain's foot to stop him from leaving—he kicked me away, by the way—but I didn't give up. I followed him home (yes, home), and then I kneel in front of him begging for forgiveness.

And then, plot twist: his wife smacks him across the face and tells him to forgive me. Like, excuse me? I love her.

Anyway, the President didn't seem to care that much—either that or he's really good at pretending. But I'm pretty sure I'm still on thin ice. Fingers crossed.

***

Okay, picture this: it's me—yes, yours truly—and three ridiculously handsome dudes. They're standing there like they've just been freshly plucked from a military academy or something. Guess who they are? Chang, Cho, and Zack. And let me just say, they're all from Miss Ananya's elite unit (don't get me started on how much I swoon at the mere mention of her). These guys? They're the brain cells of the entire Apostle—no, scratch that—the entire world. They're like the FBI agents you see in movies. You know, the ones who walk into rooms like they own them and have all the answers. So mysterious. So intense. So shady.

Okay, well, Cho's not quite in that category. But Chang and Zack? Gorgeous with a capital G. Chang's built like a brick wall, and Zack? Oh, honey, I know there's a six-pack hiding under that shirt of his. I may have seen it once when I accidentally spilled my tea all over him. Whoops. No, no, I swear! I meant to say, I spilled my tea, and he took off his shirt to clean up. And since I was the only one around, I guess I'm the only lucky employee who's seen Zack shirtless. (You're welcome, world.)

"Looks like you're coughing a lot, Kinni." Suddenly, all eyes snap to the entrance. And who's there? None other than the President. Yeah, you know the one. He walks in like he owns the place—like a mafia boss in a movie, hair in a half-bun, long coat swishing dramatically behind him. So cool. So scary.

"Or did you fall into the water with the ship's cargo the other day and catch a cold?" he adds with a smirk.

Oh. My. God. He totally knows what happened. He probably called me here just to make me squirm. I am so dead.

"Sir, it's... Kiki," I squeak out, quickly correcting him. Well, if I'm gonna go out, at least he should know my real name before I meet my doom, right?

I can practically feel the sweat beading down my neck. Why are these guys even here? Did I miss the memo?

"Anyway, I'll think about your punishment later." He settles into a chair at the table like it's his throne, gripping the edges like he's ready to rule the world. Meanwhile, I'm standing here like a total awkward mess. Is it weird to ask if I can sit in his chair? Like, if he's not using it? Or would that make me, like, extra dead?

"I need the best of the best for a case that's gonna need some serious brainpower," he continues, finally turning to face the others. "So I've called in Zack, Cho, and Chang—plus…" His eyes flick over to me. Oh no. That disgusted look? Why me?

"And you, Kiki, since you're from the crime unit. Got tons of experience, right?"

"Y-Yes, Sir!" I say, puffing my chest with way more confidence than I actually feel. Honestly, most of the brain work will be done by Sir Kiaan anyway. I'm just here to collect clues or something. I'm not dumb. I'm just... not the smartest tool in the shed.

"Great." He nods, like he's totally convinced by my enthusiasm. "This is an important special investigation, and the person who requested help is someone we can't ignore. The Fox splinter—Luv."

The room goes silent. Everyone tenses up. Luv? The Fox splinter? Please, no, not Sir Kai. If he's involved, this is literally going to be the last thing I ever do. Goodbye, world. It was fun.

Zack raises an eyebrow. "Who exactly is this Luv?"

"Not part of the Corp," the President replies, "but still someone powerful. You'll meet him at the scene. Get moving. I'll send you the details."

"Yes, Sir!" we all say in unison, and then poof—we're out of there.

I've never met this Luv guy, but I'm kinda hoping he's not like Sir Kai (because that would be really bad). Maybe he's more like Sir Kiaan? I mean, please don't let him be a terrifying giant with an endless list of demands.

Please.