Chapter 12 Unidentified
How do you explain a feeling when you can feel it like a flash? One moment it is there, the other moment, it disappears like it never showed forth. Tiffany was a victim. Not of accident but an unexplained volt of feeling charging through every fibre of her body as she stood beside the artist, Mylo Archer.
“Who is this person?” The voice in her head echoed as she squinted her eyes at him.
He stood gallant beside her, his cologne captivating every trace of breath around her nostrils.
It was hard to get it off but that wasn't the catch. There was a more stranger feeling.
But she just couldn't tell what it is.
“Hmmm…” she sighed as she looked at him one more time, closely.
“So are you getting this particular one?” Mylo asked in a calm tone…
“Definitely, it's a beautiful piece from a wonderful artist,” she commented.
Mylo gave a smile and that feeling came up again. She ignores it.
Maybe its nothing. “Tiffany, focus. You were paid to get information from him. He is a nobody and just another book to study,” she told her repeatedly in her head even whilst Mylo was still standing beside her.
“Are you fine? It looks like I lost you for a minute in there,” he spoke all of a sudden snapping her out of her deep thoughts.
“I feel we should see more often. I'm kind of interested in your collections, I must say,” she threw the bait at him.
Mylo never saw as a threat. To him, she is just another lover who seems to be marveled by the extent of his rare creativity in art and literacy.
“I actually don't mind, Miss…..” he said, wanting to catch her name.
“Chloe…Chloe Sullivan,” she lied, giving him the name she had made up for herself through the help of her other operative who is a cyber expert.
“I have to attend to the other clients. Please excuse me and erm….I looked forward to having more meetings with you,” he said and walked off.
Without further hesitation, she went through the back and inside her car to make a quick call.
“Hello Desmond…its Chloe right?”
“Uhm…what are we talking about?”
“Common, Desmond…I'm taking about my cover name…”
“Oh that…of course…wait, is that why you called?”
“....that's weird, you never ask such from me more than once. Did something happen over there?”
“I know…I can't explain it too. I just have the feeling I know the subject from somewhere….”
Desmond bursted into laugher. Tiffany was never one to make jokes and she never claims to know her subjects of study even if she had engaged with them a multiple times.
She was the type that would read a book and feel no connection whatsoever towards it.
That was how blunt and strict she was.
She drove off in a haste. Back to her apartment, Tiffany kept staring at photos of Mylo on her wall and kept replaying his stance and composure.
“The feeling….this person sure make me feel like someone I was in love with many years ago….”
“Its sad that I was in love amd I also lost him…” she soliloquized.
“There is just this familiar thing about him, that makes me feel so uncomfortable and at the same time wanting to linger around him..”
“I must shut it off…the job is important!” She spoke aloud then a call came in.
“Hello….”
“Tell me you have something already!!”
“Not yet…..I just got to meet him, Sir, but i can assure you I will very soon…I will extract everything that is to be known about him. Just give me the wider chance of doing my job effectively, Sir…” she responded over the call.
A secured apartment.
Filled with cameras and spotting chips.
Tiffany dressed in her usual style but this time around. She had a hat on and her shades, darker as always….”This is exquisite, Desmond. You really know how to make a good pick.”
“Well, thank to the client who literally paid off for the resources you shall be needing for your cover. I must say, these men are super rich..”
“Oh yeah, they are but we aren't here for them. We are here for Mylo Archer.”
“So why do you want a gallery apartment all of a sudden? I had to pull up so many strings to get this one, Tiffany..”
She chuckled, took off her shades and took a quick scan of the entire place with her eyes.
“This is perfect. He would definitely fall for this one. His love for art is bait enough to get him talking..” she uttered with confidence.
The apartment was filled with lot of artworks and collectibles. Even the piece she got from Jaxon’s gallery exhibition was amongst them.
“You still haven't said how this apartment is gonna solve anything, Tiffany…” Desmond interrupted.
“I’m going to invite him over. We’ll talk, and that’s when I’m going to execute all of my tricks on him...”
“Hmm…I see…I trust you either ways but just be careful. We don't know much about him yet and remember you talked feeling some kind of connection. He just might be someone you actually know…”
“Pfff….he is not…he can't be. If what I am feeling is ever valid..the job already rendered it invalid. The goal is to get close and take the entire content of his life into record..past and present,” she spoke, sounding like the raw private investigator that she is.
“Alright then..but don't say I didn't warn you. Tread carefully, partner…”
Desmond walked out of the apartment and Tiffany was left alone. His words left a mark on her mind and she grabbed the glass of wine on the dining table and gulped it.
She opened her laptop and punched in more words, all directed at Mylo one more time.
He had become like a daily study for her.
“I wonder what he did to her that made her choose him as her husband. He is cute but fucking wretched to be matched with Delphine Sterling,” she smiled as she went through the celebrity marriage magazine displaying on the Daily Times webpage.
A knock hit the door all of a sudden.
Uhn?
Who could that be?
