Anastasia Honchar's POV
After I caught the real ID, I don't turn it in. I don't know why. Usually, I would love to get out of the job as quickly as possible but this time, I think I wanted to see him again but under different circumstances.
I was walking down to the pharmaceutical company that Alfred asked Val to ask me to investigate. Considering that my specialty was Chemistry, making poison and drugs for the agents that will go on a mission, it will be nice to go there for an interview that conveniently appeared in my mail. I gritted my teeth.
"Val," I asked him as he was typing away on his computer. seriously, in one day, I never see him running off somewhere or doing nothing other than typing over his computer.
"what's up?" He asked me. I shoved him the offer letter that was stating I have an interview tomorrow at 11 AM.
