The Beginning...

I bet you're wondering how the hell did she even end up in Room 125 to begin with. To be frank, she wonders the same damn thing. Oh, and "She" is none other than Ms. Liliana Prescott, or "Lili" for short. Let's see what she had been up to before 125.

27 years old, 5'5'', dark brown or "mahogany" colored skin (as she had been told over the years), with dark brown eyes and naturally jet black curly hair adorning her head, she smiled out the window of her loft apartment. It was a beautiful view, just off the coast in Protaras, Cyprus. Looking out at the blue water, she took a deep breathe and placed the coffee cup she was holding onto the table, as the breeze from the open doors, gently caressed her skin, and blew the skirt of her long white linen maxi dress back, showing her leg to the sun.

Lili had legs that people would kill for, perfect length, tone, and her calves were beautifully carved into her look. With just the right amount of ass, and large breasts for her body, she was a sight to see. In no way was she slim, or a super model, but her feminine curves were definitely stunning. Picking up her phone, she checked the time. 2:13pm, perfect timing Sr. Locke.

She had taken a week long vacation, out in Europe, but that was quickly cut short, when headquarters sent out an EA Whisper (Emergency Activation: Agent Whisper). Here she was on "vacation" working another case, but money was good, so she couldn't complain and she loved what she did. To put it into simple terms, she worked for one of the highest levels of the government, in a secret branch known as, " The Seers". Lili, hahaha, Lili was the golden egg. Lili is what is known as an Obseer. Obseers were rare, and they had the gift to observe their environment, track behaviors and patterns of individuals, and execute plans on how to handle them. In her case, she was charged to monitor the worlds most powerful individuals, their predecessors, and those who were making headlines. It was fun, but it could get very messy, very easily, and very fast if she wasn't careful.

Lili looked down and checked her ipad for the case details one last time before making a move.

* ahem ahem* "Good Morning", a male voice said.

She turned around to face the overnight guest, that she forgot was even present. What was his name again? Did it matter?

"It's afternoon, love and past your welcome." Light skin, football player build, hazel eyes, and beautiful smile with dimples..mhmmm...damn what is his name? she thought to herself.

He chuckled, "Well, damn. You are truly a mystery. Hot then Cold. Will I see you again, at least?", as he got dressed and freshened up.

"You have my number, don't you?", she teased as she handed him his keys.

"Doesn't mean you'll answer", as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Jacob! Jacob, that's his name!

"Guess you just have to try your luck don't ya?",she said as they walked to the door. "See ya" she smiled and waved goodbye.

"Oooooh, ice cold. I like it though. I'll call you later", he smiled and saluted her before walking to his car.

She watched him drive off before closing the door and locking it. Deep down she hoped he would call, he had great conversation and something else. Taking a deep breathe, she pulled out the Black Phone, used only to call into headquarters when in the field, because it was untraceable and the phone number reset itself every hour.

*Ring Ring*

"Vette's Pizza, how can I help you?"

"I need to order The Safehouse special with Dallas peppers. This will be a prepaid order as well.", she said.

"Please hold ma'am." * Click. Ding. Click. Click*

State your identification and Location.

"Waffle Heat Iguana Sniper Parrot Earmuff Raspberry, 10-3-84. Location: 35.0012 N, 34.0474 E".

*Ding, CLEARED*

" Agent Whisper, it's good to hear your voice, standby at the rendezvous for extraction."

"Standing By", and Lili hung up the phone.

Thinking back on two nights prior, when things got sticky at Locke's party. If He hadn't intervened, she could have been in and out, and back to mimosas by 9am.

Things were going well, until she saw Him. There was just something about Him, that moved her and threw her off her game. He was directly in her line of view of Sr. Locke. Standing up she casually walked, to the nearby window that peered out to the swimming pool, at Locke's mansion. Keeping her ear turned towards Locke and his party, her earpiece was able to pick up conversation.

"Why does that development need an additional 6 Billion? That doesn't make sense. Fix this shit! Or its on you Charles!", Locke snapped.

"It has to be split across 12 accounts for the transfer to work or we have to cash out, "Charles responded in a shaky voice.

"Excuse me, can I get you another drink?", said a deep voice. Looking up and to her right, Lili was shocked to the stranger who was near Locke, staring back at her, with another glass of champagne.

"That's kind of you, thanks, so do you know the Locke's?", she questioned.

"No, not personally at least. I'm here with a friend. How about you?", he asked.

Suddenly, she couldn't think clearly anymore. "Yes, former business associates, I solved a problem for him years ago, and occasionally I come out to his parties", Lili casually responded. It wasn't a lie technically, she did do business with him, as a way to get closer to the man to monitor his dealings on behalf of "The Seers".

Who is this man? What does he want? Did he notice her studying Locke? Shit that would be bad. It's best she retreat while ahead and regroup later. She turned around and gazed out the window again. As she peered through the window, she locked gazes with him in the glass. His eyes were intense, but filled with compassion. He was genuine.

"I'm a photographer by profession, perhaps you've heard of me...Leonard Vici III", he said as he leaned against the glass. Standing 6'0'' or maybe 6'1'', he gazed down at her as he took a sip of his drink. His gaze startled her, as his black button down shirt and tie hugged his clearly toned and muscular body. I mean this man is literally oozing sex, in all black. Black tie, black shirt, black pants...shoes...belt. Even his damn watch. Who the hell did he think he was?

Finishing her champagne she placed, the glass on the tray of a passing server. "No, that name doesn't sound familiar, but it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Vici", she said shaking his hand.

"Please, call me Leon. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?", he said.

"Lili, well Liliana, but Lili for short", she giggled. What the hell are you giggling for?

"Lili, pleasure is all mine. May I say something? And I hope you don't take offense", he questioned.

"The floor is yours, sir", she said, as her eyes squinted in curiosity.

He chuckled, "Sir? Hmm, I think you would look absolutely beautiful across my knee."

Stunned, she blinked and stared back at him, "well...as flattering and tempting as that sounds", she chuckled and slightly licked her lips, she stepped closer and gently rested her left hand on his chest, while the right hand slithered to behind his neck leaning him down into earshot, she whispered, "but you'd have to catch me first."

With that, Lili bid him adieu, "Have a lovely evening....Mr. Vici", and she slowly walked away making sure he saw how sensual she looked, as her beige satin gown hugged her curves.

"Oh, trust me...I will catch you Little One", Leon thought to himself as she walked away.

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