Episode 3
447 Words
Hudson's POV
"I'm sorry, sir. I won't make this mistake again," she pleaded.
"I said you're fired. Leave!" I shouted, returning my focus to work as I awaited security to escort her out.
My phone rang, and I immediately recognized Commander Grey's voice.
"Hudson Carter," he addressed.
"Sir," I replied.
"The agent assigned to you will be with you shortly," he stated.
"I already mentioned I'm fine on my own; I don't need assistance," I objected.
"I understand your capabilities, but a professional detective must be present on this case," he countered.
"Professional detective," I huffed. "More like a novice to slow me down," I muttered.
"Did you say something?" he inquired.
"No, sir. Send them in," I replied, conceding.
"Alright," he said before hanging up.
I've always disliked working with others—they're often slow and make unnecessary mistakes that hinder progress.
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I answered.
My guard entered.
"Sir, the detective, she is here," he announced.
A female? What help could she possibly renders ? I breathed out , trying to relax my raging thoughts
"Let her in," I responded, returning to my work.
"Great," I heard her say, the familiarity of the voice prompting me to look up.
"Luna?" I asked, surprised.
"I've been reassigned to you. Looks like the universe is punishing me for no reason," she replied.
"But I rejected you the first time. Why would they reassign you?" I questioned.
"Don't ask me; I don't know," she said, sitting opposite me. "Do you need my help, or...?" she trailed off.
"I don't accept help from weak women," I stated.
Before I could react, she had me pinned to the table, my arm twisted painfully—a surprising feat given her petite frame.
"Weak, huh? I'm not the girl you treated like trash a few years ago just because I was paired to work with you," she said, her breath warm against my neck.
I twisted, reversing our positions and pinning her to the wall.
"I see you've improved, but I don't care. I don't need you or anyone else your help is useless to me," I retorted.
"You're so condescending, arrogant, and stupid," she spat, venom in her voice.
I chuckled. "Guess what, princess? I don't care."
"I feel like slapping that smirk off your face," she seethed.
"Well, princess, we're having dinner with my parents tonight at 8 p.m. Don't be late," I said, releasing her. She stormed off without another word.
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