The Special Agent: Andrew Pierre

It was quite late at night when Andrew Pierre arrived at the airport and he was struggling to find a cab that would take him home because of  rush hour. 

He had spent the past six months away from his wife and daughter on a special mission. 

Though he was supposed to arrive a few days later, he finished his tasks at the barracks earlier than expected and took the next flight home to celebrate his wedding anniversary with his wife.

A cab dropped him off at the house and he walked in with a huge smile on his face as he was so happy to see his wife and daughter after six months of no contact. 

“Mr Pierre!” The nanny who opened the front door yelled in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He had not told anyone about his return home because he wanted his return to surprise them.

“Where are my girls?” He asked, referring to his wife and daughter.

“Ms Pierre is not home yet but little Anna is in her room, watching some kids show on her iPad.”

Andrew dropped his bag by the door and went upstairs. 

He found Anna sitting in her bed, with her iPad in her hand. 

She was so engrossed with what she was watching that she didn’t even notice that he had walked in.

“Anna.” He called and she looked up.

“Dad.” She said with lack of enthusiasm in her voice and her attention was back on what she was watching.

Andrew moved closer to her but she threw a light push at him with her leg. “Dad, I need to finish this show before I go to sleep.”

He was a bit hurt by her reaction, she had not seen him for six months and she was not even eager to speak to him.

But she was his daughter, he didn’t get mad over her for that reason afterall she might be acting that way because she was pissed at him for staying away for so long so he attempted another approach to make a conversation.

His eyes caught a pair of shoes by her nightstand, “These shoes are lovely.” 

Anna got up swiftly from her bed and smacked his hand off, “don’t touch those. Mom’s friend got them for me. They look just like the ones he got for mom too.”

“Who is this mom’s friend?” He questioned  gently, rubbing his other hand on the arm she had smacked harshly.

 Andrew was hurt by his daughter’s aggressive behavior; she had hit  him over a pair of shoes that someone had gotten her.

He was so curious as to why she was so attached to the shoe and very concerned about the identity of the friend of her mommy that brought the shoes.

“Hmm?” She returned to bed and grabbed her iPad.

 “Dad, look I have to finish this show, it’s almost time for me to sleep. Nanny would be here soon and I would have to turn off my ipad.” She dismissed him at once.

“I will leave you to enjoy yourself then.” He got up and made his way out. Before he left her room, he took a glance but she didn’t even seem to be affected by his presence.

Just as he walked, the nanny was on her way in, “Mr Pierre, I just spoke to your wife. She said she’s quite busy at work and you shouldn’t wait for her.”

It was not new to him that his wife was burying herself in work, one thing he always admired about her was how hardworking she was, despite her humble background.

She had worked so hard to build her name and attain an executive position at her place of work while her own business flourished on the side.

Andrew dialed his wife, Bella’s number, it rang for a while and she didn’t pick up. 

That made him worried, and he wanted to check up on her. 

Maybe get her some food if she was working late again.

He called her once again. She picked up on the last ring.

“Did Gina not send my word? I’m busy and I won’t be home early.” She sounded distant and cold.

Just as he was about to respond to her when a thick masculine voice came on, “who is calling you this late at night?”

Bile rose in Andrew’s throat at once. Was that the man that got his girls the shoes?

“It’s a spam call.” He heard his wife tell the man at the other end of the call. 

Then the line went off. She had hung up on him.

Since Andrew had gone to the county island for his special mission, he hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to his wife. 

He had sent letters home since the use of phones was almost impossible due to the poor signals in the training barracks but he didn't get a reply from her.

Their marriage had always been cold and distant, Andrew was already used to getting cut off by Bella, but this call didn’t sit well with him.

He wanted to call her back and ask about the voice he heard over the phone, at the same time he didn’t want to confirm his fears. 

He went back downstairs to pick up his bag and retired to his room.

The next morning, Andrew’s mind had cleared up and he made a call.

“Hello, Bella-” he started but she cut him off 

“Get straight to the point.” She barked at him 

“Happy wedding anniversary my love. I was thinking about having breakfast together with Anna this morning. What do you think?” Andrew asked in a sweet tone.

When he left the County island, it was the day of the anniversary but due to the time difference, it was just the d-day back at home.

 Having a cozy breakfast date with his wife and daughter would be the best way to make the whole day perfect for him.

“Send the address to me.” Her stoic, mean voice said then she hung up.