Lady or Not, Here I Lie

He stumbled backwards, mouth agape as his eyes flickered to meet hers. He stood there frozen– emotions jumping at him all at once, none of them being positive.

"You're. . . a woman," Alex said, surprise lacing his tone. His eyes scanned her body, waiting for her to say something, atleast a confirmation.

Cassandra hastily took her clothing and pressed it against her chest to cover herself. The plan failed, she's exposed and she can't do anything about it. The secret is out.

"Yes, I am indeed a woman," She said stiffly. "Took you long enough to find out,"

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In which a mere lady disguised into a man to be a part of an agency. Only realizing it'll be harder than she thought when she finds out her childhood friend is the cold agency Captain.


She'll rather have to suffer under the venomous words of his, than letting him know she's no real man.

Though it's not helping when Alex seems to hate the guts of her disguised persona. . .


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If someone asked Cassandra Thompson what her brothers would like to be when they grow up, she'll shrug and say that they'll probably take position in the market to help out their mother selling vegetables, or maybe work for the corrupt Government– whatever makes more money. However, if she was the one to be asked, she'll rather keep her mouth shut than to pour her heart out and have someone step on it.

"I wanna be a cop," A little girl stood proudly. Silence weaved in the classroom, through the stained windows, over the scratched desks of the children and up the broken ceiling. Snickers lifted up in the atmosphere, then it eventually turned to full on laughter. The brunette pursed her lips, looking around at her classmates, perhaps she said something wrong?

The teacher slowly approached her and the girl looks up timidly, looking up at the cross woman. The lady's face muddled, maybe from how old the memory is or maybe her little brain doesn't even bother to remember the devil she dares to call a teacher.

"A cop?" A silky voice repeated, it's owners thin lips twitching and growing into a smirk. "Like your father, yes?"

The young girl, oblivious to the cruelty to her kind, nodded slowly, provoking the woman more. "How sweet, maybe once you grow up, you'll rot in jail like your father is now. Am I right?" The teacher went distorted, the memory exaggerating every ugly feature of her. She seemed to be stretched out all over, growing tall and slim, her smile extended out as a laugh slip past her lips. "Am I right, little thief?"

The girl stood there frozen, opening her mouth to defend her father but nothing came, knowing it was very well true that her father is behind the bars for theft. Her mouth closed, then opened again, speechless. With no one to come and speak up for her, she was left with nothing but embarrassment, she was left defenseless.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

The laughter echoed as it slowly hushed. The mere memory fading with it into nothing, until darkness and silence replaced it. The classroom disappeared, the girl stood there numbly under the spotlight. She raised her hand to wipe the single tear on her face.

They called her a thief before she can even steal a breath. If that's what they accuse her of, she'll play the role better than anyone they had imagined.