Hey guys, I have finally finished chapter two of my story, I'll probably go back and edit a few things, but I wanted to get some more out to you guys. If you don't remember what happened previously, please go back and skim through chapter one. Let me know what you think in the comments! Thank you!
“But….you are too great of an asset to me, so I’ll keep you around for a bit longer,” my boss whispered with a malicious glint in his eye.
“ I won’t fail you again, sir.”
“Good,” he exclaimed in that melodious voice of his. “Because I have a new assignment for you.”
The countenance of his face became one of hatred and discomfort.
“You should learn, agent Couler, that I have a variety of enemies always crouching at the door, waiting for the perfect moment to strike me down. Yet there is only one specific villain of whom I detest, but do so much enjoy playing with. The incomparable, Sherlock Holmes,” a smirk played on my boss’s lips.
“He is a man out of his time, with a mind of steel, and the only person who has ever come close to threatening my dominion.”
As Moriarty ranted about this man Holmes, I was trying to remember where I had heard that name before. My mind was drifting once again.
I suddenly felt a hand clasp tightly around my neck. In my shock, I let out a small yelp.
“If you cannot pay attention, I will make you!” my boss shouted at me with pure cruelty that continued to resonate in my ears after the fact.
His grip began to tighten around my throat and became so intense that my windpipe felt like it was slowly compacting.
Almost as suddenly as Moriarty had started, he stopped, and let me go.
I fell to the floor and, began to shake from shock. The feeling of his fingers around my neck remained, and the pain set in. Tears welled in my eyes and I dared not look up, so he would not see my weakness.
I managed to choke out, “Yes boss,” before I started crying.
“Jim…” a grim voice said.
I glanced up at my boss, after regaining my composure.
“Call me Jim.”
I pulled myself up from the ground and stared at my boss with a perplexed expression on my face. He didn’t even look at me. The back of his Westwood suit was the last thing I saw, as Moriar- Jim sauntered out the door. But, there was a voice. A gruff yet soft voice that captured my attention.
“You’re not ready.”
I never did understand why I had been invited to meet the boss. At first, I believed it was because I had proven myself worthy, but now I see that this logic was flawed. Now I realize, that the only reason I was brought forward, was to receive further reprimanding.