The Assassin's Love - 25 (Epilogue)

Dedicated to Floppy Disc and Ren
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Shannon looked up and nervously plucked at the hem of her pencil skirt. She was sitting in the reception of Cramble Enterprises waiting to be interviewed for the position of PA.
The receptionist put the phone down and winked at Shannon.

"You can go through now. Mr Isa's office is the second door on the right once you go through those doors" she leaned over the desk and pointed at two doors on her left. Slowly Shannon stood up, smoothed her incredibly smart black suit down and set off for the doors. Becky, the receptionist watched sympathetically. She could tell Shannon was a shy nervous one, and that wouldn't help. Mr Isa would eat her for dinner. Picking up the phone she dialed the number for his office.

"Yes?" he answered, his voice sharp.
"Mr Isa, Shannon Joseph is on her way"
"Good"
"And sir?"
"What?"
"Please be gentle with her. She's a state"
"I'll try, but if she hasn't got the confidence, then I don't think she's right for the job" he sighed and hung up.

There was a knock on the door and he sat up straighter.
"Come in" he boomed. The door opened a crack and then wide as Shannon walked in. Her ruler straight cropped hair was held back with a head band and her face was pale. She blinked and he gestured for her to sit in the big leather chair on the other side of his desk.

Once she was settled she looked at him.
"Hello" she said quietly.
"Hello...Shannon?" he half asked.
"Yes" she scratched at her neck lightly and looked around the room. It was massive. The desk was in the middle of the plush white carpet. Behind it there was a massive window that took up the whole of the wall. And the walls were covered in medals, photos and awards.

"So...?" he was looking through the CV she had brought with her. She saw how he used his left hand to turn the pages and that his right wrist barely moved, if not twitched. He had a problem with his right wrist. His body was adorned with gold. It was everywhere, chunky gold rings on his long slender fingers, gold bracelet on his wrist, gold chains. He wasn't bad looking for a middle - aged guy. His skin was tight, no laughter lines or wrinkles. His eyes sea blue, a delicate nose. Tall, muscled frame. Sighing, Shannon looked down at her knees. Isa looked up.

"Anything the matter?" he asked.

"Well...it's just that, I was wondering if you knew a friend of mine"
"Who?"
"His name is Giovanni Pretelli," she glanced up and saw his lips had tightened "He went missing a week ago". He shook his head.

"No sorry"immediately Shannon began crying lightly. Alarmed, he stammered and finally pulled a box of man sized Kleenex out his desk drawer.
"I'm sorry. I just miss him so much, I ask everyone if they knew him. It's become a habit" she moaned and startled, he jumped up.
"I'll go...uh, get you a coffee. Stay there" he muttered and ran out. Anything to get away from the blubbering woman. As soon as the door closed Shannon stood up and hurried round the other side of the desk. There were filing cabinets there. She knew which one she needed to open. Jimmying the lock with a bobby pin she slid it open, flicked through them, pulled out the one marked '15th August', hit it in her 'briefcase' and closed the draw quietly. Just as she sat down in her seat Mr Isa burst in.

Instantly she knew something was wrong. What truly gave it away was the fact that he had a gun in his hand. Shit. She was found out.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"GET up!" he snarled. She stood up slowly.
"I know you're not Shannon Joseph"
"What?"

He reached behind him and dragged a woman in. It was like looking into a mirror. Shit.
The woman, Shannon, looked startled.
"But, I'm Shannon"she wailed.

Isa growled and pushed Shannon into the room. Standing side by side his eyes started to blur. He moved the gun from face to face, wondering who he was supposed to shoot.
The first Shannon sighed and slunk forward.
"Look, this can easily be solved" she murmured softly. Then she placed her hand on his chest and played with his collar. Shannon was a very pretty woman. Mr Isa's eyes narrowed but he didn't stop her. She slid her hand down to his stomach. His eyes got bigger.

"Can't it?" she added.
He nodded and leaned forward, bewitched. All of a sudden he was on the floor and she was straddling him holding his gun and pointing it in his face. He couldn't move. Then Jayden burst in through the door.

"Hi" Shannon smiled and grabbing Isa's hands, held them in front of her. Jayden slapped handcuff's around them and grinned.

"Any trouble?"
"None" she smiled back and kissed him. He pulled away and made a face.
"I know," she moaned "This face taste like crap". She peeled the mask away from her face, and the wig and chucked it on the floor. Niamah beamed and stood up.

Isa was staring, completely shocked and Shannon, the real one, had fainted. Niamah laughed.
"Why does that always happen?" she asked as she pulled any residue from the mask off.
"Because they're awfully weak these civilians" he grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist.

*Niamah's PoV*

Two years has passed since that Incident with Daniel. He still hasn't forgiven me and has gone to live in America with his uncle. He refuses to talk to me and it breaks my heart but there is nothing I can do about it. On a good note, I am still unbelievably in love with Jayden and he claims he is with me too. You would think that we'd be married by now. But we're not.

We love our job and there is nothing better than when we are working together, which is always. But we're both too young for all that. I can't see myself settled down, married and with kids. How can you save the world with a kid attached to your breast? It's impossible. Jayden agrees. He can't see himself as an old codger with a mustache and a pipe, being called granddad. I know there are other people who get married younger, but we still think it's not for us. I'm 26 and he's 28 and he's promised that we'll get married when we're older. We're happy and Alfie is giving us a two-week holiday tomorrow. We're going to Jamaica, where my grandma lives. It's going to be heaven.

Jayden and me walk out the office happy that another mission went pleasingly well. The sun is shining and I have the love of my life's arm around me. There's a warm feeling spreading through my body and I instantly know it's the feeling of someone who is loved. Someone who has everything she could ever possibly want. Someone who is happy.