Hello everyone! This is a story I wrote for my creative writing class a few months ago. I loved it and so did my teacher. I hope you all enjoy! This will get suspenseful!

-Christine

Fatal Attraction

Chapter One

"George wants to see you in his office," Betty said, tapping me on the shoulder.

"For what?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I dunno. Go in and find out," she said. I sighed while closing my laptop and stood up from my desk, following her to George's office.

"Am I in trouble?"

"I doubt it. Unless you did something stupid," she said jokingly.

"Have I ever?" I asked, annoyed. She just grinned. I followed her down the hall to George's office. She opened the door for me.

"Hello Rose," George greeted, turning towards me in his red spinning chair, "Have a seat," he motioned towards a wooden chair in front of his desk.

"Thanks," I said, sitting down.

George Jackson was a pretty decent boss. I didn't mind working for him. He was an older man in his early fifties, who was aging pretty well. He was well-built and had thick grey hair.

"Do you need anything else from me, Mr. Jackson?" Betty asked before closing the door behind me.

"Nope, that would be all. Thanks Betty," he said, waving her off. She smiled, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and closed the door.

"She seems to be catching on alright," I commented after she was gone completely.

"Yeah, Betty's a good secretary. She knows what she's doing," George said. There was an awkward silence between us for a moment. Being called into George's office was usually not a good thing. I knew I didn't do anything wrong. But I was still extremely nervous.

"So what's going on, George? " I asked

"Did you hear about the Jack Richardson murder that occurred last night?"

"No, sir. Why?"

"His fiancé, Grace is here."

"Yeah?"

"She wants you on the case," he said gravely. I froze.

"Really?"

I had been working for the Baltimore Detective Agency for almost seven years. Usually, I was hired to catch identity thieves. That was my forte. I was also hired to do kidnapping investigations and I've caught a cheating spouse every now and then. But I have never been asked to do a murder case. Never.

"Yeah, she wants to hire you," George said. By the look on his face I could tell he wasn't crazy about the idea. "You wanna take the offer?"

"Why of course, sir."

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

"George, I've been on this detective agency for basically seven-"

"Because if you're not I can get Wallace or James to do it," he interrupted. I was silent for a moment.

"What?"

"I just don't know if I am comfortable with this idea. This is a very serious and brutal murder we are talking about and you are a very young, attractive woman and-"

"Mr. Jackson," I stepped in, getting irritated, "My assignment should not be given to me on the basis of my sex."

"Oh Rose, I didn't mean it like that," he said.

"Then what did you mean?" I asked. He said nothing. "Mr. Jackson, you have to let me take this case."

He sighed, running his hand through his thick, dark hair.

"Alright, Rose. You can take it. But I want an intern with you on your investigation."

"An intern?" I groaned, "But I-"

"No buts. You either have an intern or no case at all." he said, sitting up.

"Fine."

"Good. Glad you agree," he began fixing his tie, "Keep me updated, Baker. I want to know every bit of information you find out. Now, you better get to the conference room," he looked up at me with his big, dark eyes, "Grace Keller is waiting to speak with you."

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