My next story, The Other Woman, will be coming out this weekend! I hope you all will enjoy it and support me like you have always did. Thank you all <3 <3

Heres a little snippet below

It is day 13 of Operation Unicorn. Sunny weather, with some clouds. It is about 10 a.m. Target is entering his office as usual. He looks especially dapper today, with his form-fitting vest and black bow tie. He's drinking Starbucks again, despite how I've mentioned that I hate coffee. His brown hair was combed to the side, giving him that schoolboy look that I absolutely adore. As he walked through reception he smiled at his coworkers, his dashing dimples making their way to charming every female employee's socks off. He still looks so good, and for a moment all I could do was close my eyes and imagined myself once again wrapped in his arms as he sweeps me away on his white unicorn and...

Err-hem. Subject got into the elevator. Going with him inside is risking my cover, therefore I am taking the stairs. Putting my binoculars and retouching my hair, I hurriedly walked in past people with my head low to not give myself away. There must be cameras all around, and maybe the whole company knew about our break-up already and he's placing a special order for security to detain me if they ever see me since he knew how I was. A true spy never rules out possibilities. 

As I dashed up the stairs I ungracefully tripped over my heels and almost land on my face before I used my spy-reflexes and steady myself. As I pressed on I ran past female employees, who looked at me strangely as they passed. 

I arrived on the floor of his office just in time to see his figure stepping out from the elevator. I silently followed him as he walked to his office, pretending to be inconspicuous as I hid behind tree pots and copy machines. The guy who is making copies only glances at me before shaking his head and returning to what he's doing. Ha. No one notice who I really am. So far. So good.

Subject walks into his office, which is surrounded by glass doors. I trail him, smiling in utmost satisfaction at the empty secretary desk. Slipping the diarrhea pills into her drink is an ingenious idea. They should have casted me for James Bond. 

I press my ears to his office's doors and intently listen. After about a few minutes a woman walks in, with some documents on her hand probably for him to sign, but stops when she sees me. Realizing my cover is at the brink of being jeopardized, I cleared my throat and acted as nonchalant as possible.

"This is pretty nice glass." I comment, smiling (nonchalantly) as I pat the glass doors. The woman just stares at me with her brows raised. "Don't you think so? It's so nice. I want glass like this for my house too. You know cause sometimes you get those really cheap glass and they break so easily and they cut you and you bleed and die and it's just...so troublesome."

She just looks at me, then quietly turned and retreated, shaking her head as she did so. I waved at her back, and look to see if anyone else is coming before resuming to my objective.

Suddenly, the doors swung open and trap me to the side. I hold my breath when I see him poking his head out, a phone on his ear. He must have heard my bantering earlier. Don't freak out. True spies don't freak out.

After a few seconds, he went back in. I swiftly jam my foot in the door before it can close completely, making a crack so I can see and hear what he's saying.

"Tomorrow? 10 a.m.? Sure....yeah......sure sure I'm free."

He sounds happy, and I can hear the smile in his voice. That call was not work-related. After 13 days of snooping, a real development has presented itself.

Tomorrow. 10 a.m. Is when I will find out. About the other woman.