Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

The gardener of a good age cut the branches that were out of place in the front yard. The Collins mansion had a huge expanse of land, a very well taken care of lawn, and a beautiful fountain in the center of the space, where at every instant poured water, repeatedly. The man seemed focused on his job, which attracted my attention until I heard the velvety voice in the background.

-Agent Jauregui.

I felt that shiver run down my neck as soon as I felt the woman approaching. I turned to face the brunette, coming across the most tempting sight that morning. I swallowed hard, letting my weak eyes analyze every little detail of the Latina.

-Karla. – it was what I was able to utter.

The woman curled the corner of her lips into a cynical smile, probably realizing how I practically swallowed her with my eyes. In my defense, I tried to use all my strength in the shred of sanity I had left. Camila was in this exact instant in front of me, wearing only tiny loose shorts, and a small tank top that covered her breasts. She had a white towel in her hands, which she delicately slid on her neck, where small beads of sweat ran down.

-... I mean, Mrs. Collins.

Her smooth stomach was completely showing before my eyes, just like the top of her breasts. The tank top had a beautiful neckline, I could say. It was noticeable how the Latina paid certain attention to her physique, Camila's body was simply enviable, however to me it was delicious.

No, Lauren.

-Cabello, Lauren. Mrs. Cabello. – she corrected – Anyways, to what do I owe the honor of your visit in my house?

I must have blinked more times than usual, because Camila smiled widely before getting closer to the window.

-I'm here to work, Mrs. Cabello. I was temporarily chosen to be your private security guard.

-Temporarily?

Camila slid the towel over her breasts, attracting my stubborn eyes that fixed on them. I shook my head and turned my attention to a random corner of the house.

-Yes, until they find a replacement.

The brunette nodded with a disbelieved smile. Where are you getting yourself into, Lauren?

-This will be interesting.

-What? – I played dumb.

Camila's brown eyes fixed on me, and her expression softened.

-Nothing, Jauregui. We need to talk better, I want to know how this will work.

-Of course, I can explain. – I spoke walking away from her.

It would be comical if it wasn't tragic. I wanted to keep distance from what could disturb me there, but it would be impossible.

-Alright, you better wait for me in Christopher's private office. I don't want the employees listening to our... – Camila fell silent for a few seconds, and then turned her attention back to me – Conversation.

-I don't see a problem in that, Mrs. Cabello.

-But I do, agent Jauregui. – she said in a determined tone – Eliza!

Camila called, and within seconds the woman showed up in the living room, properly uniformed.

-Take agent Jauregui to my husband's office. I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be right down.

-Yes, ma'am. – the woman spoke quickly.

-Offer her something to drink, please, Eliza. – she said to the maid – I promise not to take long, Lauren.

I just nodded before following Eliza. Camila's mansion was simply impeccable, everything of the highest quality. It was noticeable by miles away the fortune that her husband possessed. The lady in front of me walked hurriedly towards the end of the corridor, where she politely opened one of the doors.

-In here, ma'am.

I walked through the door and into Christopher's office. It was as luxurious as the ones in Collins Enterprise, I thought as I took in all the environment.

-Would you like something to drink? Coffee, juice, tea perhaps?

-Juice, please.

The woman nodded with a gentle smile on her lips.

-I'll be right back.

The maid left, leaving me all alone in that office. I walked around the extensive room, having my attention drawn by some pictures that were on top of the fireplace that was there. In most photos Camila was standing next to Collins with a challenging smile, typical of the Latina. The two seemed to have been made for each other, or not. I confess that since I laid eyes on the Latina, and found out that she was Christopher's wife, the curiosity to know why she fooled around tormented me. Was Collins not that good? Or Karla had a certain major desire for women?

I shook my head, trying to clear my head of those ideas. My task there was clear. After hours thinking about Brandon's proposition, I accepted. But with a single goal. I would know Christopher Collins, and from there I would point out the possible guilty of the theft in his company. That case was my number one priority, the beginning of my career, and I would do everything to solve it.

-Excuse me. – Eliza said upon entering the office with a tray in hand – Here's your juice, agent Jauregui.

-Thank you.

-I'm sorry to ask, but are you going to work here?

-For now, yes. Why?

-Nothing, just curiosity.

I smiled at the woman, who reciprocated before leaving. I sat on the black leather couch that was there, it had already been a few good minutes and no sign of Camila. I was starting to get tired of waiting. I leaned forward a little bit, letting my elbows rest on my thighs. I drank the remaining juice in my glass, and then placed it on top of the small center table in front of me. On it I could see a small chessboard, with properly placed glass pieces. I delicately grabbed one of the pieces, analyzing it wholly, before placing it on the place where it previously was.

-You like chess, Lauren? – I heard Camila's voice ask.

I looked away from the chessboard and stared at the brunette in front of me. And fuck, she could only be playing with my psychological. Camila was wearing relatively short shorts, cream colored, a loose navy blue blouse with a large collar, allowing her shoulders and collarbone to show. And on her feet a delicate black scarpin.

-I... don't know how to play.

Camila smirked and walked towards the beverage counter. The brunette slowly grabbed two small cocktail glasses, where she poured an amount of drink. By the cherries in both glasses, I would guess to be Martini.

-Chess is an interesting game. We need to be very astute if we want to win. – she said serenely.

-It never interested me to the point of wanting to learn.

Camila extended me one of the cocktail glasses.

-I don't drink during working hours, Mrs. Collins.

-Come on, Lauren. Just this once. – she said still staring at me, with the Martini glass in hand.

I smiled and grabbed it, earning a smile from the brunette who sat next to me.

-I'll teach you how to play, till the end of your stay here you'll be a professional. – she said as she drank a good amount of the alcohol in her cocktail glass – Basically it comes down to leaving the opponent king without any possibility of escape, got it? You need to be good enough to take him down.

-You seem to understand the game very well.

-Not only this game. – she said with a beautiful smile.

-I don't think we'll have time for that.

-No?

Dammit! That had been too suggestive.

-Yes, I mean, because of work. – I tried to fix it.

Camila nodded with a smile on her lips. For a split second I allowed myself to stare at her and analyze every single detail of that woman. Beautiful, fucking beautiful. The tension that had settled between us was devastating, I felt hypnotized and hot. The brunette tilted her glass to the maximum, drinking up to the last drop of the Martini.

-Work, I know well. – she said before grabbing the small cherry from her cocktail glass and eat it.

Fucked, that was how I would be. I quickly got up from the couch, walking far away from that woman. Camila leaned against the corner of the couch, crossing her beautiful legs, almost completely bare.

-You will go with me everywhere, Lauren?

I took a sip of the Martini, and without looking at her, I answered.

-Yes, I'll be by your side whenever you need. I believe that in here you will not need me, right?

-I'll still analyze that. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'll decide later.

I had the feeling that every word that came out of that woman's lips had a double meaning. Was I crazy for thinking that?

-Okay. It will be up to you. I have the Collins Enterprise investigation to take care of, so I won't be able to stay fully here.

-No problem. You can use Chris' office if you need to do something. He's hardly ever here.

-Thank you, but I need to be in the precinct for that.

The brunette stared at me for a few seconds, and got up from the couch. She leaned forward a bit, grabbing the cocktail glass that rested on the center table. Giving me the damn view of the beautiful volume of her ass.

-As you wish, Agent Jauregui. I just want you to be available when I order.

Her imposing tone weighed in that instant. Our eyes met violently and intensely. Karla Camila was used to the power in her hands, and clearly employed it to whoever it was, but with me it wouldn't be that easy.

-I'll be when it's necessary, Mrs. Collins.

-When I find it necessary. – she said walking closer to me.

-I believe that it won't be often.

-I'm the one who decides that, Lauren.

Karla stopped right in front of me, a few centimeters from my body. I felt my breathing alter, but didn't take my eyes off her. The place was extremely hot, I felt my hands tingle with the damn urge to touch her. I brought the cocktail glass up to my lips, drinking the Martini to the last drop. Camila smiled, and delicately grabbed the small cherry from my glass, bringing it to her lips that slowly parted. My eyes saved every little detail of that scene, from the smooth movement of her lips, to the small drop of Martini that fell from cherry and wetted the brunette's lips.

Fuck.

I swallowed hard and sighed heavily. Abruptly walking away from that woman. Looking from the corner of my eyes, I noticed that she was shaking her head, with a cynical smile on her lips.

-Why do I have the feeling that you run away from me, Lauren?

I turned to face her, who again came closer. I leaned against the beverage counter behind me, where I placed the cocktail glass.

-You're wrong, I have no reason to run away. – I tried to be as firm as I could.

-No?

She stood beside me, still staring at me, letting her fingers gently touch my hand that rested on the counter.

-No, Mrs. Collins. – I walked away again.

-Because you look like a little kid afraid of the boogeyman. – she let out ironically, making me stop dead in my tracks.

-Excuse me? – I turned towards her.

-You run away from me, or am I mistaken?

-You are very much mistaken.

-Then prove it, prove that I'm wrong about you. – she challenged.

I felt my chest rise and fall in a heavy breath. The shred of sanity I had left was trying to stand firm at all costs, but Camila was stronger.

-I don't have to prove anything to you! – I cut.

Camila let out an ironic laugh, and turned her back to me.

-That's what I thought. Too much of a coward. – she spoke dismissively.

-What did you call me?

-Coward! Chicken, weak.

The words poured from her lips, violently hurting my ego. That wouldn't stay like that, if she wanted me to prove the contrary, so I would. I quickly approached the Latina.

-Say that again! – I seethed furiously.

Camila turned to face me, and with her lips close to mine, she whispered.

-Cowar...

Before she finished uttering the word, I pulled her body hard, taking her lips fiercely with mine. I held the Latina's body, and suspended it, putting her on top of the counter behind her. We let a few objects fall to the floor, but she didn't even care. Karla in the same instant wrapped my waist with her legs, holding me against her. I brought one of my hands to her neck, letting my fingers intertwine between the strands of her hair, in which I tugged firmly. The brunette disconnected her lips from mine and smiled for brief seconds, a naughty smile, to then slide the tip of her tongue on my lips.

Damn her.

I took her lips again. Camila half opened her mouth, giving passage for my tongue to meet hers. My fingers still tugged on her hair, while my free hand slid down her thigh, as she kissed me with pleasure. The sync of the movement of our tongues made me sigh, it was as if our kiss had a fucking perfect fit. Karla bit my lower lip, pulling it between her teeth. Taking the opportunity to take a deep breath before returning her mouth to mine. We kissed with so much want that I could feel my lips hurt amid the pleasure of that so delicious kiss.

The woman's breathless breath was making me giddy, I was completely losing control. Camila arched her head back, giving me free access to her neck. I didn't stand on ceremony, I kissed the soft skin with desire, as my hands pulled her body closer to mine. I felt Camila's small hands go towards my jacket, yanking it desperately off my body. As if we needed that more than ever.

The piece of clothing fell to the floor, leaving only the thin shirt. Camila moaned softly as soon as my lips closed on her neck, sucking hard. The counter shook with the movement of our bodies that at any instant could merge with such voracity of our touches. She went up with her hands inside my shirt, dragging her nails on my back, making me moan.

-Oh God, no! – I whispered, backing away quickly.

Karla stared at me without understanding, her chest rose and fell quickly in a breathless breath, exactly how I was right now. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, before grabbing my jacket from the floor.

-We already decided the details! – I tried to be firm enough, but my mismatch breathing wasn't helping – I'm going back to the precinct.

Camila smiled cynically as she got off the counter. And I quickly walked towards the door.

-If you have an emergency, if you need me. Call, I'll be back. – those were my words before closing the door.

-Coward!

I heard the brunette's voice from the other side of the door, but continued walking. In the corridor I ended up finding Eliza, the maid from a few minutes ago. The woman stared at me with evaluative eyes, but I immediately walked away.

Camila was crazy, completely crazy. And she's driving me crazy.

I opened my car door, throwing the jacket on the passenger seat to then enter. I leaned my head on the steering wheel, letting my thoughts go back to their proper place. Camila was a good player, she knew exactly what to do to disarm the opponent.

-Dammit! What did you do, Lauren? – I seethed to myself, hitting the steering wheel hard.

I shook my head, letting my eyes meet Camila's house, and in the window of Christopher's office she stared at me with a cynical smile on her lips.

-Son of a bitch. – I whispered when I saw her throw a kiss in my direction.

I started the car in the same instant, and sped out of that mansion.

Camila Cabello's Point Of View

The woman's anger for having lost control only made me want her more. Lauren was now inside her car, grumbling something that I would give everything to know. As soon as her green eyes met mine, I smiled and threw a kiss, which probably made her cuss me. It didn't take long for the agent to sped her car out of there.

-Ah, Agent Jauregui, you have no idea where you are getting yourself into. – I spoke as I saw her car disappear through the gates of the mansion.

I knew that entering this game with Lauren was more dangerous than I could imagine. But now there was no turning back, I had already lit the spark of a future explosion. During all these years no one had been able to cause me so many feelings like that woman. In a single night, Lauren had given me the best sex of my life. Can you understand? To feel her touches, her lips. The taste of pleasure caused by that woman was simply unequalled. Modesty aside I was a woman highly sought by men and women who would give everything for me, but no one had me like her. Not even Christopher.

-Mrs. Camila, I... – Eliza fell silent when she noticed the state of the beverage counter.

I held in a smile that insisted on wanting to appear due to the maid's startled expression.

-Yes, Eliza?

-Do you want me to clean this? – she pointed to the counter.

-Ah! Yes, I ended up dropping some things.

The woman casted me a curious look, and then walked carefully to the counter.

-Grab a Martini for me, Eliza.

I sat on Christopher's chair, as I watched Eliza serve the small cocktail glass with a good dose of Martini.

-What did you think of Lauren? – I asked when she handed me the glass.

The woman swallowed hard, not understanding my question.

-What do you mean?

-Do you think she'll do her job right?

The woman was kneeling on the floor, gathering the objects I had dropped a few minutes ago.

-She seems to be a responsible person, Mrs. Camila. Even though... – Eliza let the words get lost.

-Even though what?

Her face had a worried expression, almost confused. The maid placed the objects on the counter delicately so that nothing was broken.

-Be careful. I don't meddle in my bosses' affairs, but...

-Don't worry about that! You'll remain quiet, and everything will be fine. – I said as I drank the alcohol in my glass.

-I would never say anything.

I got up from the soft chair, walking across the cottony carpet that was in that room. I approached the woman who kept her eyes attentive in my expressions.

-Especially because you didn't see anything, right? – I asked looking the woman in the eyes.

-Yes, ma'am.

I opened a smile at her, and deposited a kiss on her forehead.

-That's why you are my favorite employee, Liza. – I spoke before leaving that room.

I left Christopher's office, and soon felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. When I looked at the screen I saw my husband's name.

-Hi, love. – I said in an gentle tone.

-Hmmm, you sound excited. Did something happen? – he asked curiously.

I threw myself on the living room's couch, letting my thoughts be taken by Lauren.

-No, Chris. I just had a great day today.

He was silent for a few seconds.

-Perfect, darling. Then you won't be upset for having to come to the company this afternoon, right? I'll have an important dinner with a partner, and I would love for you to come with me.

-I hate your business dinners. – I grumbled.

-I know, but it doesn't hurt to accompany me. I promise that we can do whatever you want after.

His suggestive voice tone informed exactly what were his pretensions.

-Hmm, alright. I'll see you in the company, love. I have to hang up, Dinah just arrived.

-I'll see you later. – those were his last words before hanging up.

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

I walked into my office, slamming the door shut. I felt furious, weak, like Camila had said. I fell into her cheap teasing, letting the damn desire consume me. That would be my weakness, the one Camila would use and abuse without pity or mercy.

-What happened? You walked into the precinct like a hurricane. – I heard Vero's voice flood the environment.

The woman walked slowly, probably analyzing my state.

-I screwed up.

Iglesias frowned, crossing her arms under her breasts.

-What did you do, Jauregui?

-I kissed Collins' wife.

Vero opened her mouth with a surprised expression. Her eyes had a cheerful air, and her lips were trying not to smile.

-Don't even start with bullshit. – I said angrily.

-First day of work, and you kissed her. I don't even want to think about the other days. Do you think Collins will want me to continue after your future fuck-ups?

I shook my head, throwing a small ball of paper at Vero who bursted into a loud laugh.

-That's not funny!

The woman sighed in a bored way.

-What's your problem, Lauren? You never cared about hooking up with married women.

-This one is different, Veronica.

I massaged my temples, thinking about the future headache I would have.

-What do you mean? – she asked, as she sat on the armchair in front of my desk.

-The others were too silly. I could easily control them. But Camila...

-She controls you.

-For the time being, but that won't last.

-I don't know, some women are the devil.

-She surely is, and the best of them.

We heard light knocks on the door, and through the open shutters we could see the image of Allyson beside Normani. I motioned for both women to come in.

-I see that you two already know each other. – I said as soon as the two entered.

-Oh, yes. Normani and I got along super well. – Ally said as she approached.

-We sure did.

-You need to see these two talking about systems and encodings. I feel lost. – Vero said rolling her eyes.

-With time you'll get used to it, agent Iglesias. – Normani said with a smile.

-I hope, otherwise I'll go crazy.

-Tell me, any news?

Allyson casted a look at Normani who then began to speak.

-We talked to the FBI security team. And they authorized us to use their IP identification program in Collins Enterprise.

-Really? FBI agents are always too full of themselves and selfish to allow something like that.

-They are sensational, Lauren. – Vero exclaimed from her seat.

-Not all. Some take advantage of the fame in there.

-Let's not go there. – Ally cut – The important thing is that thanks to Normani we got it.

-Is that so, agent Kordei?

-Yes, ma'am. I have contacts in the FBI, and with their help I got authorization.

-That's great! – I said excitedly.

-Yes! But the program has to be used in the company, in commercial time.

-What do you mean? We won't be able to have it here? – I asked confused.

Ally shook her head.

-What are we going to do then? – Vero asked.

-That's up to Lauren now. – Ally answered.

I walked away from the girls for a few instants, as they stared at me waiting for an answer. My head was bubbling with frantic thoughts in search of a way out of that situation. The program could only be used in C.E.'s base, which means that one of us would have to be there gathering and watching the financial transactions.

-It's pretty simple, girls.

-Spill it.

-We will infiltrate agent Kordei in Collins Enterprise.

-Lauren... – Ally began to speak – We are not the FBI.

-Allyson, we are the big cases team. We have authority to do so. Unless Normani refuses.

All the eyes in the room turned to the woman who remained serious, probably analyzing the idea.

-So, are you in? – I asked agent Kordei.

-I'm in!

I opened a broad smile.

-Perfect! We have to put Normani's registration in the database of Collins' HR.

-Wouldn't it be better to ask someone? – Ally asked.

-Yes, Christopher. – Vero completed.

-No, I don't want him to know. – I interrupted.

-But Lauren, he's the owner.

-Whatever, I don't trust him.

Christopher didn't seem as harmless as people painted him, something in me said that I shouldn't trust him. He carried with him some secret that sooner or later I would find out.

-Okay. Then what will we do?

-Ally and Normani can enter the database of C.E. We have access to the program thanks to the information center. Human Resources (HR) doesn't need passwords, we'll only put a curriculum, and delete others. – I said calmly.

-Great idea, in a few hours they should call to schedule a date.

-Yes, it's still early. Collins Enterprise has an intense employee circulation. And with the theft, I heard John speak that they are hiring new employees for the financial and billing sector.

-We'll make you an awesome curriculum, Normani. – Vero spoke excitedly.

-Allyson, delete the best curriculums. I want Normani to be the first on the list.

-Leave it to me, agent Jauregui. – Allyson spoke before leaving along with Normani.

-Vero, I want you to try to find out Heitor Martinez's address. We need more information. That man is a strong suspect.

-I'll get that for you. But you know, I was thinking about something in these last few hours. – the woman said accommodating herself better on the armchair.

-If it's not about women, you can speak.

She let out an amused laugh, and then shook her head.

-Well, technically it is! But not for me, but for you.

-Iglesias, I don't want to involve myself with anyone right now. Only with my job! – I turned my back to her, who continued to speak.

-Exactly for that! Look, who else can have more information about what happened between Christopher and Heitor?

I turned towards the woman who stared at me with a smug countenance.

-Camila.

-Yes, your beautiful and powerful Camila.

I shook my head as I poured myself a cup of hot coffee.

-Forget it, I will not take information from her. It's too dangerous.

-For you or for her?

-For both parties! I don't want to screw the first important case of our life by sleeping with the victim's wife.

-You'll only screw up if you don't know how to handle it.

I lowered my head, letting those ideas spread.

-I can try another person. – I said trying to convince her.

-Who can know so much about Christopher besides his wife?

-Clarice! – I sat on my chair facing Vero.

The woman frowned, probably trying to remember someone named Clarice.

-God! Christopher's secretary. She doesn't strike me as that smart.

-Nice! A great idea, and she's hot.

I let out a laugh, to then taste the bitter coffee.

-Exactly! One night with her, a few drinks and she tells me what she knows.

-And you still get sex!

-I deserve a present after my hard work.

-Have I already told you that you suck, Lauren?

-What? With the wife of the owner of the company I can, but with the secretary I can't?

-The wife of the owner is clearly naughty. And you already slept with her once, so...

-Don't remind me of that, please.

Vero had an amused expression on her face. The woman stretched her arm to grab the cup of coffee from my hand.

-Weak meat to Mrs. Collins, right?

-You would understand if you had had sex with her. – I murmured with my head low.

-I can do that to understand you better.

Vero got up from the armchair, removing her badge from around her neck.

-Don't even think about that! – I let out the words faster than I should.

Iglesias shook her head, holding in a laugh.

-Always possessive.

-It's part of me.

I grabbed the cup of coffee, drinking the dark liquid to the last drop. When I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans. I brought my hand to the device, noticing that it was just a text message. Upon unlocking the screen of my phone, her name was highlighted on the screen.

Camila Cabello.

"I'm going to a business dinner with my husband. I need you in my house at 6PM sharp. Don't be late. xx – Karla Estrabao"

I locked my phone's screen, letting a heavy sigh escape through my lips. Until when would that work out?

Camila Cabello's Point Of View

I passed for the last time the soft color lipstick on my lips, to then slide them on each other. It was almost 6PM, and soon Lauren would arrive to take me safely to Collins Enterprise. I could very well ask Carlos to take me to the company with one of Christopher's security guards, but I wanted Lauren to get used to my presence. I got up from the bench in front of the small mirror, to walk towards my walk-in-closet. In a row of meters, I chose a pair of beige high heels to complete. After putting them on I walked to the huge mirror, checking my clothes one last time.

Today I was wearing a social blouse of light fabric, accompanied by a pair of pants of delicate fabric , with a plaid pattern, in white and light blue, almost in the same tone of the blouse. My hair was wavy, unlike the other days where it remained straight.

-Do I look well, Eliza? – I asked the woman who stared at me with a serene smile.

-Yes, ma'am, you look beautiful.

I combed my fingers through my hair, putting it to one side.

-Agent Jauregui arrived.

-Great! You are dismissed. Christopher and I are going out for dinner.

-Alright. I'll organize everything before I leave.

-I know you will.

When I left through the front door I noticed the agent leaning against the staircase's handrail. She seemed distracted with her phone, in which she typed something. A smile escaped my lips as soon as I approached her. Lauren was wearing white jeans, with some cuts on the front. On the upper half a simple black t-shirt, being covered by a blue denim shirt, the sleeves were perfectly rolled up to her forearm. On her feet black closed heels. She looked beautiful, as always, perfectly beautiful.

-I thought you would be late. – I spoke drawing her attention.

Lauren looked up, and stared at me with a serious expression.

-I'm never late.

-Great, I like punctuality. – I said throwing the car keys towards her.

Lauren quickly caught it.

-We'll take my car. – I said walking towards the black Ferrari parked ahead.

Lauren analyzed the car, maybe somewhat surprised with my choice of car.

-What happened? – I asked sitting in the passenger seat.

-I thought this car was Christopher's, you don't look like you like this style of cars.

Lauren opened the car door and sat beside me. Carlos had left the hood of the car closed, like I had ordered.

-You think just because I'm the wife of a rich man, I have to drive in those red cars full of frills?

Lauren smiled and shrugged.

-Drive, Agent Jauregui.

With skill Lauren drove out of the mansion, going towards C.E. The drive was totally silent, I wouldn't tease her now, I knew exactly what to do, and the right time to do it. Playing with Lauren Jauregui wasn't only a dangerous game for her, but for me too. Within minutes we were entering Collins Enterprise's parking lot.

-Mrs. Collins. – I heard Lauren's voice.

-Yes?

-I wanted to talk about today. – her serious tone made me want to laugh.

-What about today? – I played dumb.

Lauren turned to the side, frowning in confusion.

-What do you mean "what about today"? The ki...

-Nothing happened, Lauren. At least I don't remember anything, do you? – I let out with a smile.

The woman's confused expression was simply priceless. I would play with the agent's psychological in a fun way.

-No.

-Great, shall we?

She nodded, and then got out of the car. In hurried steps we walked towards the central elevator of Collins'. Lauren leaned against the metal wall, and stared at me intensely. I took my eyes off the officer, I wouldn't afford to flirt with her a few minutes away to meet Christopher, not now. As soon as the doors opened, I saw my husband in a serious conversation with one of the men that I thought to be from an important project.

-Good Evening. – I said politely.

-My love, so glad you arrived! Meet Mr. Thomas. He's a great investor from Latin America.

-Mr., this is my wife, Camila Collins.

The old man casted me a look from head to toe with certain intensity, I let out a forced smile when I greeted him. The two kept a limited conversation to professional matters, leaving me totally bored. I sighed heavily under an uncomfortable look from Christopher, who time or another alternated his gaze from me to the man in front of him. I let my attention be taken quickly by the entertaining conversation that Lauren seemed to have with my husband's secretary.

You don't waste time, right Jauregui?

Lauren was all smiles to the blonde in front of her, who on her turn melted wholly for the agent. I took care of masking the attention I was giving to that situation, I didn't want Christopher, let alone Lauren to know that that weirdly bothered me. I looked at my husband who was laughing at some not funny joke coming from the suited man in front of us.

-Hey, careful Clarice. – I heard Lauren's voice murmuring in the background.

The blonde smiled widely, receiving help from Lauren, who held on her arm.

-Is everything alright? – Collins asked as he stared at the two women.

-Yes, Sir. I just ended up stumbling over these wires. But Agent Jauregui helped me. – Clarice said with a goofy smile.

I casted a look at Lauren, who was staring at the woman beside her.

-Less bad. Be careful, Miss.

-Chris is right. – I said as I approached the blonde, stopping in front of her – Be very careful, Clarice.

-I will, Mrs. Collins. – the woman said with a smile towards me.

-You better, you don't want to be knocked down by something in front of you, right?

Lauren frowned at me.

-No, ma'am.

-Great, much better this way, dear.