The Billionaire Spy Secretary

David smith was not experienced in the art of covert operations. He tugged at his collar, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as the seconds ticked by. He kept glancing around the room, as if he was expecting someone to jump out and startle him. His gaze shifted to the beautiful young secretary who was sitting in front of him. He had never seen her in the office before. Her name plate said Mia Campbell and she gave him a sweet smile. Instead of smiling back, he looked over at the woman sitting next to him to see if she was as anxious as he was. She was the epitome of calm.

She didn't look around the room in fear, but with the inquisitiveness of an explorer. She wasn't perched on the edge of her seat, but rather leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. Twirling a piece of her dark brown hair in her fingers, she smiled back at Mia. David opened his mouth to say something, anything to her, but the intercom on Mia’s desk beeped, interrupting him. He watched as the young blonde, who was probably more of an ornament than a functional employee to her elderly employer, reached out and pressed a button. "Mr. Smith, Mr. carter will see you now," she said. He got up and told the brunette, "Uh, wait here," vaguely, and she nodded with a smile that could have soothed an enraged elephant. He walked past Mia into the large office that was behind the grand oak doors. Outside the large window panes, dusk had fallen, providing the backdrop to the man who was in the room. John Carter was sitting behind his desk, leaning back, his fingertips touching. The man himself and the large oil painting of him that hung above his head watched as David crossed the room.

David cleared his throat. "I see you've got yourself a new secretary," he said.

John chuckled. "She's a looker, isn't she?" he asked, "The other one was getting a bit too clingy with her questions and need for commitment. She had to go. Maia isn't like that at all."

"Mia ," David corrected, tugging at his collar once more, "Her name is Mia."

John shrugged. "All the same. Anyway, we're not here to talk about my beautiful woman. We're here to talk about yours. Did you bring her?" he asked.

"Yeah," David nodded and pointed to the door, "She's outside."

"And is she as attractive as her pictures?"

David cringed hearing someone as old as john calling such a young woman hot. "Even better. She's gorgeous," he said, honestly.

"And no one knows we're behind this?" the older man asked.

David shook his head. "It's not like she belongs to an agency. No one can link it back to us."

"What did you describe her as?"

"A chameleon for hire," David said, "She can become anything you want her to. She comes highly recommended."

"And you're sure she can do the job?" John asked.

"She's impressive," David said, "If anyone can catch his eye, she can."

"Good," john nodded, "Bring her in. Let's meet our seductress."

David walked back to the door and opened it, beckoning to the girl.

John fixed his gaze towards the door.

When Sophia Adams entered the room, she made an entrance. Her dark brown hair was styled with the elegance of a vintage movie star and she carried herself with the aura of nobility. Bright blue eyes were framed by thick eyelashes and she had every making of a femme fatale.

She strode across the room to the waiting man with the grace and indifference of a bored runway model.

John made sure his expression remained indifferent. "You're taller than you look in your pictures," he said, offhandedly.

Sophia raised one shoulder, highlighting her clavicle, with a small, flirtatious smile. "I'm a lot more than what I seem in photographs," she replied in a sultry voice.

David watched as john leaned back in his chair, slightly amused by her response.

"Spin for me," he said, motioning with his index finger.

Sophia slowly twirled around, allowing both men to admire her figure in the flattering dress she wore.

John had a small, triumphant smile on his face. He looked at Scarlett with hooded eyes and gestured to the seat before him. "You may sit," he said.

Sophia delicately placed herself in a chair and David roughly sat down next to her.

"Now," john leaned across the table, "What is your name?"

"Sophia adams," she replied.

"Do you know why you're here?" John asked.

"You need my skills," the young woman answered, crossing one leg elegantly over the other, "And I am here to provide them."

"Good. Are you familiar with corporate espionage, Ms. Adams?"

"Let's not put labels that may get us in trouble," Sophia said. "You need information about a business rival and someone on the inside to get it for you, and that is where I come in."

"Yes, Ms. Adams. You will be our spy," John said, "A rather beautiful one at that."

Sophia didn't respond, but smiled.

"You will be David’s assistant," he said and David nodded.

"How does being his assistant get you information about someone else?" Sophia asked.

The men laughed. "The man we want to get at won't just take someone on willy-nilly, Ms. Adams. He will be a difficult person to win over. I hope that isn't a problem for you."

Sophia shrugged. "I enjoy a good challenge."

"Well, your first challenge will be to prove to be an indispensable secretary to David," john explained, "And then, we make him come to you."

Sophia nodded.

"Are you ready to meet your target?" John asked, with a smirk.

"Always," Sophia said confidently.

John nodded to David, who stood. "I'll let you know how things went," he said to the older man and the latter nodded.

"Ms. Adams, you will come and meet me whenever I call you. Is that understood?"

John asked a question, and Sophie stood up. "I won't let my job get in the way of me coming here to give you updates," she said confidently. Sophia raised his eyebrows and then nodded. He waved his hand to dismiss them. "Take care of her, David," he said.

Sophia quickly interjected before David could agree. "With all due respect, Mr. Carter, I don't need to be taken care of. I can do that perfectly well on my own, just as I can do the job you've assigned me to." John let out a chuckle, while David looked like he was about to faint from nervousness. He quickly guided Sophia to the door.

Before they could leave, John’s voice rang out. "Ms. Adams, I'm sure it goes without saying, but complete discretion is required. If not, there will be consequences." Sophia glanced at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "It goes without saying," she replied.

Outside the office, night had fallen and David smith was leading this beautiful woman to his town car, ready to take her out for the night and prepare her for her latest job. "Don't initiate any contact with him tonight," David advised Sophia as they drove towards the Chateau. "If he seeks you out, don't let on who you are, but if not, don't engage. Let him wonder who you are."

Sophia gave David a small smile. "This isn't my first rodeo," she said. David chuckled, nervously. He pulled at his collar again. Sophia reached out and took his hand in hers. "Everything will go perfectly," she said in a soothing tone. David felt most of the tensions of the earlier meeting lifting off of him. Glancing at Sophia's profile, David was almost uneasy with the plan they were hatching. As soon as the driver pulled up at the entrance to the Chateau, David stumbled out before he could talk himself out of it. Even he had a lot riding on Sophia's success.

Sophia easily linked her arm with David’s and let him lead her inside as if they had been doing so for years. As they walked through into the casino, David knew that Sophia was the key to their entire plan.

Maybe it was her daring neckline, or the fact that not many of the Chateau ladies had the courage or creativity to wear something so bold. Maybe it was the aura of power that Sophia had, like she was in control of the world. Maybe it was just her undeniable beauty. Whatever it was, it had an effect on the party. Everyone in the room stopped to look at Sophia and wonder who this gorgeous woman was. Conversations hushed and the usually snobby guests at the casino, who never paid attention to anyone new, were suddenly captivated by the stunning newcomer who was gliding down the hallway in red.

Sophia wore her smile like armor and seemed to be empowered by the people staring, rather than feeling insecure like most women David had encountered. She never faltered. She held her head high and strutted down the hallway like a powerful woman. David held the door to the casino floor open for her, feeling inadequate to be her escort. The smile Sophia gave him made it all worthwhile.

When they entered the casino floor, there was a brief pause in the sound of gambling as the room turned to look at her. Sophia smiled and the world went back to its business. She followed David to a corner of the room, where he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket to pretend to be busy, but he was really scanning the room. He turned away and whispered to her. "The man in the dark blue suit standing near the roulette table with dark hair," he said, "That is the guy."

Sophia straightened and looked around the room, trying to get a feel of the businessmen, when a waiter stopped near her. "A love martini for you, ma'am," he said, offering her a red drink, "Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar." Levi martins was an impressive man. He was tall and broad and carried himself with the utmost importance. His hair was dark and his eyes were the most striking green that Sophia had ever seen. His shoulders looked strong, his hands looked like they could do many things and his long fingers that raked his hair looked artistic Sophia glanced around the room and noticed a strange man raising his glass to her. She smiled and took the glass off the tray. Suddenly, she spotted an eerily familiar figure leaving the room and stiffened. David touched her arm and she jumped. "It's me," he said, looking at the drink in her hand. "Let's take a lap around the room," he suggested.

Sophia heart was racing, so she quickly put down the drink and took David’s hand. She whispered to him, "Be ready to leave," with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why?" he asked. She replied, "Always leave them wanting more."

They went over to the roulette table, where levi was. Sophia removed her hand from David’s arm and walked up to the croupier, who was getting ready to spin the wheel. She looked at him with her bewitching smile and asked, "May I spin the wheel?" He chuckled and said, "Just once." She smiled broadly and stepped closer to him. "Once is all I need," she said.

The gamblers watched as Sophia spun the wheel with contagious delight. When it stopped, they cheered and applauded her. She demurely retreated and rejoined David, not even glancing at levi martins, who was watching her. She tugged David towards the door and they left.

Once outside, David asked, "Why are we leaving so early?" Sophia smirked and said, "Believe me, we've made an impression."