Agent for a Cause

Her surprise hadn't gone away, "Where did you learn that Tyre?" She exclaimed.

"A book I read once."

Her look of shock had only intensified and I was beginning to feel a little insulted. What kind of an ignorant caveman did she think I was!

"You read about love languages?" She asked further, as if she couldn't still believe the conversation we were having.

I laid her down on the bed and then started taking my shirt off. "I read about all sorts of things Mrs. Gravitausky."

She actually slightly blushed, but her eyes lit up like tree lights on Christmas morning.

"What sort of things?" She asked shyly.

"Oh I think it'll be better if I show you."

Her words were silky smooth as she said, "Have I ever told you what a handsome stud you are?"

I smiled; boy did she ever catch on fast as to the how the game of love language was played.

"I don't recall, perhaps you could explain why you think that way of me in greater detail later."

Her infectious smile crinkled up further, "As you wish handsome man."

My job was to keep that smile there for the rest of today. All the fears and the what if's of life would make their unwelcome presence known again tomorrow, but until then she would have peace from the barrage of negative emotions hounding both of us. It was a good job to have.

Anna gripped my hand nervously as we rode together in the back of the black Mercedes through the German countryside. I'd never been where we were being taken before.

When Chantry had nursed me back to health it had been on an estate in France. I knew a little about the estate in the country though that we were headed for. It was where the board met. The board was comprised of all of the team leaders of the agency and Chantry served as the chairman of it.

Flint was a board member, but he had never spoken of what took place there. We entered a private lane and off in the distance I could see the refurbished castle as its white stone gleamed in the sun against the backdrop of the alpine slopes rising all around it.

The agency I worked for was peculiar to say the least among all the semi secret organizations of the world. We had no secret vows or rites or traditions. We could leave at any time. We didn't work for hire and yet there was no shortage of money.

We agents did the work we were assigned by Chantry and I'd never had cause to object to anything ever asked of me to do. We respected each other's privacy as a group of extremely talented individuals and for the most part worked together cohesively.