Arresting the Don

I will handle him, dad!

GRACE 

I sat in dad's office with that dickhead James constantly staring at me and giving me cheap looks. I don't understand what dad has to do with him, and why doesn't kick James out. He does not have to know about every of our mission. 

"Grace?" Dad said as he cleared his throat. 

"Yes dad, I understood...This is an India-based don, whose second home is in Bristol. You want me to collect evidence against him." I said as I recalled what dad told me just now. 

He shook his head in agreement and then added, "Grace, my princess, this is a really damn important mission. I have selected you because you are the most eligible person in my team to do this. As much as I want evidence against Roy, I want my daughter to be safe at every point." 

I was shocked when I heard these words coming out out of my father's lips. Was this for real? He had never shown me the love and care which every daughter in this world deserves. Since childhood, after I lost my mother, I lost my father too. I never felt that I was living in the same house as my father. It was always like he was my mentor, my instructor, my boss, and everything except my father.  

He neared me and palmed my face in his hands as he added, "I want you back, my daughter, Grace Watson back, absolutely safe and sound from this mission." And then he kissed my forehead. 

I don't know how but subconsciously, my eyes brimmed with unshed tears, the tears which were trained to remain inside my eyes, were now almost on the verge of coming out. 

"I will be back, dad. Don't you trust your daughter's abilities?" I said with a hoarse voice.

"Of course I do. But Roy is not any roadside gambler or any ordinary criminal. He has committed multiple crimes, but no one is able to trace even a single piece of evidence against him. Everyone who is left at the crime scene always praises Roy and denies any allegation against him. I think he knows some kind of black magic too." Dad told me thoughtfully. 

"Don't worry, dad! I will handle him." I assured him.

"I will spell my love magic on him, and he will drop to his knees for anything I want...including the shreds of evidence against him," I said with pride. There were numerous cases we had solved this way in the past.

"I am sure about that. But just take care Grace, he is none less than a manipulator. Roy may not be an easy mission." 

"No worries, dad!" 

"Just take care that you don't have to get too close to him for the mission. After all, it's just a mission." James spoke and I rolled my eyes at his statement.

"My daughter is very much capable to decide these things," Dad warned him indirectly with a raised brow. James went quiet after that. 

"Here are some pictures of Roy., as well as all the information we have about him. Go through them and do all the necessary arrangements needed. You are scheduled to meet him at a bar after five days." Dad said as he handed me a pen drive. 

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I was sitting in the garden of my house, with my canvas placed in front of me. The only sketch I could ever make since childhood is always of this unknown man. I know it would sound strange, but I think that I have fallen in love with my imagination. The man of my dreams, I don't even know if he exists in this real-world or not. So today, I made this new sketch of him sitting on a royal chair, just like a king. 

"Grace madam." The butler called out from behind. I immediately covered my canvas and looked back. In these years, I have never allowed anyone to see my paintings because all of them are of the man of my dreams, whom I can also address as my love.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"Sir is calling you, and he is asking if you have studied everything about Roy?" He said with utter seriousness. 

I had not studied about him, as I slept yesterday as soon as I went to bed. I need to hurry and do all the study to the earliest. 

"Do me a favor? Tell dad that I am not in the garden and that I might be bathing..." I said with a small pout on my lips. I need some time to study Roy, our new mission. 

"Okay, ma'am." He said and went inside. 

I quickly went inside and opened my laptop to read everything about him. As soon as I opened his file, the earth seemed to slip below my feet. 

... How the-the hell is this p-possible? ...

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TO BE CONTINUED...