All Chapters of The Special Agent: Andrew Pierre: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121
The access card hovered between Andrew’s fingers, inches from Jacob’s reach.“Tell me one honest reason why I should trust you,” Andrew said quietly.The question hung in the air like a weight pressing against Jacob’s chest. For a moment, he said nothing. His mouth opened slightly, but no real answer came out. Honesty required vulnerability, admitting desperation, admitting fear and Jacob wasn’t built for that.Instead, he straightened his shoulders and forced confidence into his voice. “Because I’m ambitious,” he said. “Because I’m not afraid to take initiative. You want this company to grow, right? People like me make things happen.”Andrew watched him calmly.Jacob continued, words rushing out in a practiced rhythm. “If you give me that card, I’ll handle things you can’t. I’ll prove my value to the CEO. And trust me when she sees what I’m capable of, it reflects well on you too.”Andrew didn’t respond.Jacob swallowed, growing impatient. “Look, I don’t have time for philosophical
Chapter 122
Jacob stared at the small oval window of the plane, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath him like a silent accusation. The flight attendants moved softly through the aisle, their polite smiles meaningless against the storm replaying in his mind. Every word Andrew had spoken echoed with unbearable clarity.You’re not ready for the access you’re asking for.The sentence refused to leave him. It looped over and over, twisting itself into humiliation. Jacob shifted in his seat, jaw tightening. He remembered the way Andrew had looked at him, not angry, not threatened, just calm. Calm like someone who knew more than they were saying. Calm like someone who had won.Jacob clenched his fists on the armrest. He sabotaged me. That was the only explanation that made sense. Andrew had blocked him from meeting the CEO. Andrew had kept him out of the top floor. Andrew had smiled like it was nothing while Jacob begged, manipulated, and demanded.His thoughts spiraled into imagined futures.
Chapter 123
Bella stared at her phone long after Jacob ended the call. His voice still rang in her ears, cold, sharp, distant.“Don’t come to my office, Bella. I’m busy. I don’t have time for emotional drama right now.”She had tried to sound calm. “I’m not bringing drama. I just thought… since you’re back in Berlin, maybe we could have dinner and talk.”“Talk about what?” he snapped. “The past? Your mistakes? Or how you suddenly think everything can be fixed because you feel guilty?”The words had stung more than she wanted to admit. She placed a hand over her stomach, breathing slowly. “Jacob, I’m trying ”“Well stop trying tonight,” he cut in harshly. “I have work. Serious work. Not relationship therapy.”The line went dead.Bella swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew he was angry. She knew she had hurt him before. But she also knew that if she kept waiting for the “right moment,” their relationship might never recover.She couldn’t cook anymore the pregnancy had made standing for long ho
Chapter 124
Two weeks disappeared faster than Andrew expected. When he first arrived, he had imagined long dinners with Olivia, quiet conversations on the balcony, maybe even moments where she would finally let her guard down. Instead, the days blurred into a constant rhythm of absence and near-misses.Olivia was always out.Most mornings she left before sunrise, dressed sharply in neutral suits, her tablet tucked under her arm, already speaking into her phone about contracts, site inspections, or investment negotiations. Andrew would hear the front door click shut while he was still tying his tie, catching only a glimpse of her silhouette disappearing down the hallway.She returned late, sometimes past midnight exhausted from site visits and endless meetings with her partners. By then Andrew would already be asleep. Still, he made sure to leave something waiting for her every night: warm food from her favorite restaurants, neatly arranged on the kitchen counter with a glass of water beside it.I
Chapter 125
Olivia woke slowly, the faint smell of coffee drifting through the apartment. For a moment she forgot what day it was. Then her eyes landed on the kitchen table and the note Andrew had left beside a neatly arranged breakfast tray.Sounds perfect. I’ll handle the planning.She stared at the words longer than she expected. Over the past two weeks she had barely seen him passing shadows in hallways, silent gestures in the kitchen but his quiet presence had settled into her routine without her realizing. The folded laundry, the late-night meals waiting for her after exhausting meetings… none of it had come with demands or expectations.She found herself choosing an outfit more carefully than usual. Nothing overly formal, soft fabric, comfortable shoes but still polished. She told herself it was because they were going sightseeing. Nothing more.When she stepped into the living room, Andrew was already waiting by the door. He looked up, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face before
Chapter 126
Bella unlocked the front door slowly, as if the house itself might reject her. The familiar click echoed louder than usual, and when she stepped inside, the silence felt heavier than anything she had ever experienced there. The living room was exactly the same, neatly arranged furniture, soft lighting, the faint scent of Jacob’s cologne lingering in the air but something about it felt cold now, like a place that no longer belonged to her.She placed her bag on the couch and stood still for a moment, unsure what to do with her hands, her thoughts, her heart. Images from earlier replayed in cruel flashes, the office lights, the silhouettes moving together, the laughter she wasn’t supposed to hear. Her chest tightened again.Bella walked slowly through the house, touching objects as if to confirm they were real. A photo frame on the shelf showed her and Jacob smiling during a vacation. She picked it up, her fingers trembling. They had looked happily unaware of the cracks that would grow
Chapter 127
Andrew unlocked the door to the luxury apartment with a quiet click, stepping inside ahead of Olivia. The space still felt unfamiliar despite the weeks they had technically been living there. Lord Beecroft’s gift was extravagant floor-to-ceiling windows, polished marble floors, art that probably cost more than most people’s homes but warmth was something money couldn’t install. Olivia walked past him without a word, dropping her bag on the console table. Their relationship had been strained long before the engagement, and sharing a home had not magically softened the edges.Andrew loosened his tie, already sensing the calm wouldn’t last. His phone vibrated. SSA encrypted notification. Mandatory briefing. Immediate.He exhaled slowly. ****The SSA headquarters buzzed with controlled urgency when he arrived. Agents moved quickly through glass corridors, voices low but focused. Andrew’s presence drew quiet nods of respect mixed with curiosity. His forced break after the Percy Tan operat
Chapter 128
Andrew let himself into the luxury apartment quietly, closing the door behind him with deliberate care. The soft glow of the city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long shadows across the polished floors. The place felt too large, too silent. Olivia’s shoes sat near the entrance, her coat draped neatly on a chair, signs that she was already home and asleep.He loosened his tie, dropped his keys into a bowl, and walked straight toward the living area. The briefing replayed in his mind like an unfinished conversation. He should have been resting, but rest had never come easily to him, especially when a new mission had just begun.Andrew pulled the encrypted file from his bag and spread the contents across the glass table. Printed reports, coded notes, photographs of fake service crews, lists of shell companies the Household Sweeping Ring had left traces everywhere, and he intended to understand every one of them. He powered on his tablet and began cross-ref
Chapter 129
Andrew woke to the dull ache of a stiff neck and the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls. For a few seconds he didn’t move, eyes half-open, trying to remember where he was. The couch. The files. The mission.Papers lay everywhere intelligence reports, coded notes, corporate spreadsheets mixed with surveillance photographs. His tablet rested dangerously close to the edge of the table, still open to a financial chart. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, immediately scanning the room.Nothing looked disturbed.He exhaled quietly, gathering the files into neat stacks. Years of habit made him check the order of every page. Everything appeared untouched.Behind him, Olivia stood near the kitchen island, holding a mug of tea. She had been watching him for a few minutes already, carefully controlling her expression. Her eyes lingered on the documents before he swept them into a folder.“Rough night?” she asked casually.Andrew glanced up. “Work caught up with me.”She nodded as if
Chapter 130
Jacob adjusted his cufflinks for the third time before the glass doors opened. The conference room on the top floor of the Berlin branch was immaculate, polished marble table, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a cold grey skyline, screens glowing softly with company data. Everything about it screamed authority. Everything about it reassured him that he belonged here.The receptionist’s voice came through the intercom. “Your guests have arrived, sir.”“Send them in,” Jacob said, lowering his voice to something deeper, more commanding.Three people entered, two men and a woman dressed in understated luxury. Their smiles were confident without being arrogant, their movements precise. They introduced themselves as executives from a premium operational efficiency firm, specialists in restructuring and rapid market expansion. Their firm, they explained, worked with elite companies looking to “scale beyond traditional growth models.”Jacob gestured for them to sit, trying to maintain an