Chapter 2

Oh no. What did I get myself into. I should've realized that the best trained assassin would be Justin Bieber. He's all anyone talks about when we are training. How he is very good-looking, but his good looks give him no justice because of his horrible attitude. He treats everyone like shit and never smiles. I don't think I have ever seen him smile before.

"What am I going to do Stormee?" I asked her, taking out a tub of ice cream from the freezer.

Stormee came to my small two bedroom apartment after I realized who I was going to be training with. She grabbed a spoon and dug into the tub of ice cream.

"You know what you have to do Ley. You have to train with him, no matter what. Don't you want to become an assassin like me? We could even go on assignments together." she said excitingly.

I sighed and ate the ice cream off of my spoon.

"You're right. I'm just gonna have to deal with him and complete the training. But he's not gonna boss me around like I'm some puppet. You already know me." I smiled, placing the ice cream back in the freezer.

Stormee laughed, throwing her spoon in my sink.

"Oh I know alright. You're a nice person with a wicked attitude. He better not cross you, he's not gonna know what to do." We both laughed and went into my living room, which was right across from the kitchen. Yes, that's how small my apartment is.

"Alright I have to go, but call me when you start your training okay?" she told me, putting on her shoes and jacket.

"Okay, you know I will. I can't wait to tell you all about it." I hugged her and walked her out the door.

After closing the door, I went into my room and stripped the uniform off of my body.

I groaned as I discarded my clothing because of how sore my body was. I went into my bathroom and cleaned up the tiny scratches that were on my face. Once I was done, I quickly took a shower and put on some comfortable clothes.

Going back into the living room, I sat down on my couch and opened the folder, revealing the face of the cold hearted assassin. I looked over the rest of the information that was in the folder and leaned back into my couch with a sigh.

Should I contact him tonight? I picked up my phone and my fingers hovered over the buttons, not sure if I should or not.

Eh, why not. I punched in the number that was on the paper from the folder and listening as the phone dialed.

"What?" a hard, deep voice flowed into my ear, startling me.

"Um, uh" I couldn't speak. Who says what when answering a phone call? What do I say to that?

"Um," All I heard was a click. I stared at my phone with my mouth opened. He hung up on me! Wow, he really is as rude as people say.

I collected the papers and stuffed then back into the folder then threw the folder to the side. I don't have time to wok with someone who has absolutely no manners at all, I decided.

But how was I going to become an assassin? I punched the couch out of frustration. I don't have a choice. I have to put up with him to get through it. Come on Ley, don't let that bully stop you from achieving what you want, I thought to myself. That's it, I'm going to his house right now. He doesn't want to act nice on the phone, he's just gonna have to deal with me in person. Right now.

With that I stood up and went to my kitchen, grabbing my keys. On my way out the door I grabbed a jacket and made my way to my car.

I punched in his address into my GPS and followed the directions all the way to his house. Correction, mansion. I rolled up into his long, curvey driveway and parked on the side. I got out of my car and admired the beautiful structure. The house was a reddish-brown color and was about three stories high. There were yellow and pink plants surrounding the stairs as I walked up to his door.

There were two doors and they were both huge and tall.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. This man was set for life.

I looked for the doorbell and found it. I pushed the door bell and heard as it echoed through the house. My stomach had butterflies in it from how nervous I was to see this man in person. The man everyone feared. Everyone except me I decided. He won't push me away, I won't let him.

The door opened, and there stood an old man with white-gray hair and wrinkles. He had on a black tux and the tail of the tux touch the ground. He was wearing white gloves and nice shiny black shoes.

"Hello madam. How may I help you?" the old man asked me, a British accent laced in his speech.

I smiled at him.

"Hi, um I was wondering if Justin Bieber was home? I have to talk to him about something very important." I said, playing with my fingers. He smiled back.

"Yes of course. Do you have an appointment scheduled? I wasn't aware of anyone coming at this hour." Oops.

"Um no, I'm sorry. But it's really important and I won't be long. May I please come in?" I asked, giving him my best puppy face. He seemed to think about it and then came to a resolution.

"Alright madam, but only for a little bit. Mr. Bieber has quite the temper when things don't go his way." He warned me, opening the door wider so that I could come in.

"Thank you so much!" I walked into the door and stopped abruptly. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. As soon as I walked in the house, I saw a golden mirror to my left and to my right. In front of me was a beautiful balcony which had a staircase on the right ad left of it, connecting into one large staircase.

"Beautiful isn't it?" the old man asked me. I glanced at him and nodded.

"Yes, very beautiful." I answered, still staring in awe.

"I'm sorry ma'am but what is your name?" he asked me.

"Oh, my name is Mileyna sir. What's yours?" I asked him back, smiling at the old man's innocence.

"My name is Augustus. Pleasure to meet you." He pulled out his hand and I shook it, taking note of his firm grip.

"I will now take you to Mr. Bieber. Come." He started walking and I followed him as he made his was through the large living room and then through the beautiful kitchen, where I had to pause for a second. This was a dream kitchen that I wish I had. I loved to cook.

"You mustn't slow down ma'am, Mr. Bieber does not like many guest in his kitchen." Augustus told me. I looked up and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I'm coming." I hurried to catch up to him.

We finally stopped in front of a door that read "Office". Augustus glanced backwards at me.

"This is his office." He turned back around and knocked three times.

"Come in." the deep voice from on the phone answered.

Augustus opened the door and stayed put. He was blocking the way, but I could still see a head of dirty blonde hair staring intently at what was in front of him.

"Sir, someone is here to see you." Augustus told him.

"I don't have an appointment. Send them away." Justin answered, dismissing him. Augustus looked up at me and shrugged. I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"It's okay I got this." I whispered and he nodded, quickly leaving. I walked into the office and shut the door.

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