Billionaire Spy

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.