Mesmerizing Mr. Mafia

Working with the Enemy

"Your new name is Allison Smith," the guy I'd come to learn as Andrew Campbell said as we walked through the police station halls. I had to run to keep up with his fast strides and focus on all of this new information at the same time.

I don't even remember what I ate for breakfast, how am I supposed to remember my new name?

Andrew was somehow involved with Angelo's mafia, but he wasn't an official member. I think he was just getting paid to make sure nobody dug too deep into my reason for being here. Needless to say, it was probably a lump sum.

"You're twenty-five, with a clean record and a bachelors degree from NYU. You're working here because you can't find a good paying job with decent hours and you need to pay off your college fees somehow," Andrew filled in. "Your parents both died when you were a freshman in college, so now you have no immediate family. No one the station can secretly contact."

"And that doesn't look sketchy to anyone?" I asked.

"That's when I come in," he sucked in a deep breath before going off, "I'm getting paid to make sure no one goes digging incase your acting skills suck or you get caught doing something illegal."

Yeah, like snooping through files.

He stopped walking and put one of his boney hands on my shoulder, "You got this."

"Sure," I stretched the word out longer than I should have, but ya know, go big or go home.

He removed his hand from my shoulder and moved away, granting me full access to the mirror hanging on the wall. I combed over the dark brown hair Alessandra dyed for me and had to hold back ugly tears from flowing. I never thought I would miss my blonde waves as much as I did now. Blondes ruled the world, so this brown just wasn't doing it for me.

It looked good on Sophia though.

The makeup on my face made me almost unrecognizable. I hardly ever wore makeup, and when I did, it was usually just a little mascara because I really didn't need anything...or so I thought. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. The contact lenses in my eyes made me go from brown to blue, and I almost liked that. And to top it all off, I was given a ginormous pair of black rimmed glasses to wear.

I definitely wasn't a fan of those.

"Chloe," Andrew whispered to get my attention. I looked away from the mirror and over at him, "I mean Allison," he coughed, "Come on."

I followed him into my doom.

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I sat in the office chair, behind the moon shaped desk in the back of the building. I spun around a few times, trying to keep myself a little entertained as I waited for the other girl, Tera, to come back from getting finished files.

"So, these are from the murders Detective Woodrow believes involves one of the mafia families located here in New York City. I just need you to file them in the back room. Everything goes in alphabetical order. And I believe Jake is in there putting other stuff away, so if you have questions, ask him," she held the folders out, "Oh and don't open them up. If you do we'll know because there are cameras everywhere," her smile was so fake it made plastic look real.

I snatched the folders away from her, making sure to add some sass but not too much. She just made my job a whole lot harder. I was supposed to be finding out what the cops knew and not being able to read these files was going to make it that much more difficult.

I still don't know why Angelo chose me for this. He knows I suck.

I spun on my heel and walked into the back room with the all of the boxes and shelves storing years worth of files.