ange ou démon.

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ange ou démon.
ange ou démon as in the perfume commercial.
copyright infringement hopefully does not haunt
me.

Hi. My name is Melissa Carmichael. I'm 26 years old and I lead an abnormal life.
Raising a 13 year old, I'm currently dating a guy and I work as a...
Detective agent for an agency, the SCD, Secret Californian Detectives.
Well, here's my life, I guess.

chapters.
1 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2487995&postcount=8) - 2 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2491666&postcount=12) - 3 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2500365&postcount=18) - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10
END. (sequel? maybe.)

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I woke up. The 5:30 a.m. sun blinded me slightly as I sprung out of bed, heading towards the shower.

ange.
I showered and kissed my fiancé, Mace, on the forehead. It was a surprisingly cold Friday morning and my 13 year old, Julianne, had no school today. It was independence day. I walked downstairs, reaching for a sticky note pad and pulling off a piece. I took out a pen from my grey-blue velvet handbag and wrote:
Mace, can you drive Julianne to Karen’s house (Karen was her friend) to distract her for the day? I get off at 3:00 p.m. and I have a surprise for you when I get home.
xoxo,
Mel.
I stuck it on the coffee machine (where he always goes to when he wakes up, first thing) and walked out the door.
When I got outside, I stepped in my Saturn Astra and rode to Starbucks. I ordered the a Chocolate Mocha and a pumpkin cookie. I got back in the car and put the Starbucks cup in the cup holder. I took a bite out of my cookie and put the key in the ignition. I turned it, starting the car.
When I got to work, I walked into the building and raced to the elevator. I got inside and pushed “11”. It rode to the top floor (well, the REAL top floor is the roof, so the last floor before the roof) and I stepped outside of the elevator when it came to a stop.

démon.
I walked to my desk and my boss came around.
“MELISSA!” He yelled. “Can you explain why you weren’t here yesterday? We needed you for a serious case!”
“My fiancé was flying in from Amsterdam at 6:00 a.m. yesterday.”
“That’s still no reason to be late.” My suck-up, snobby, idiotic, downright STUPID co-worker, Shelly Jackson, said.
I gave her the evil eye and she shut up.
“Just give me the case. I’ll do it with whoever is also working on it.” I said, rolling my eyes.
My boss went to his office and came back with a yellow packet, with “CONFIDENTIAL” stamped on it. He gave it to me, and I opened up, first, just flipping through the pages, looking at nothing.
“What’s this?”
“The Harper case. Little girl, Katy Harper was murdered. 7 years old. Her body was found in the local warehouse. We suspect she could’ve been killed somewhere else, but her body was then dragged there, leaving a stream of blood. We traced the blood all the way to its original place.”
“And that would be?”
“Target.”
“What?” I said, confused.
“We suspect it was her mother’s friend, Georgia Dominick, who worked as a stock marketer with the mother at the store. A couple of days before, Georgia was spotted at Target with her, buying clothes for her mother as a present for Mother’s Day.”
“And then the action happened?”
“Exactly.”

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Chapter 2:

“Hmm,” I said, examining the case. I turned around in my seat, facing my desk. I turned on my computer and in a bit, it was on. I went to Target’s online store and put my browser to… um, browse.

ange.
Mace called me.
Bolds: Mace.
Italics: Me.

Hey, Mel? I don’t think I’m going to be able to see your little surprise for me… I have, uh, a… meeting. Yup, that law stuff… (laugh).
Something’s not right.
Okay… but the surprise is nice! Maybe I could go home maybe, what?, 1:00 p.m.? Just in time for the surprise before you go to your meeting?
No!… It’s okay… Stay at work and earn yourself some dough. Well, I have to go! Bye!

Okay, something is definitely NOT right.

démon.
My Internet Explorer FINALLY loaded the Target online store homepage. I clicked on “help”, then “CONTACT US: By E-mail or Phone”. I sent an e-mail to them, saying:
Dear Target,
Hello. My name is Detective Melissa Carmichael. I’ve very recently heard that one of your stock marketers, Jillian Harper, lost a child, Katy Harper. I’m very sorry for her loss. But I wanted to sit down and have a little talk with Georgia Dominick, also one of your stock marketers. If this Friday, say maybe, 3:30 p.m. is okay with you, maybe in a private office down at your store, then great!

Please reply,
Melissa Carmichael.
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Melissa Carmichael - SCD.

I hope he replies!

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3rd chapter.

ange.

I came home that day, trotted to the couch and passed out.
“So much for surprise.” I murmured as I took out my new Blackberry I got last month for my birthday from Mace.
I checked my Inbox and there it was... the Target e-mail!
It read:
Dear Miss Melissa, (pft, I’m ENGAGED)
We’re sure we don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you insist upon even GETTING either one of their adresses, here! Just don’t bother us anymore. (Sheesh. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!)
Georgia: Corner Avenue, 263 - Telephone #: 186-934-8928
Jillian: Apple Lane, 362 - Telephone #: 186-934-2435

Don’t bother!

-Target Management

WOW. Thank you, Target Management, I’ll be sure never to buy clothes there ever again!
But whatever, first thing tomorrow morning: round up Georgia and Jillian and have a sit-down at the office.

démon.
I wake up and drive to the office. I take the stairs and find my Starbucks waiting for me on my desk, and on the cup, there’s a note attatched, reading:
Mel,
I’m sorry I didn’t get to see your surprise yesterday. (frowny face)
I love you and the meeting was boring. I’d much rather see what you had in store. (laugh)
Love, Mason.
{Yes, I call him Mace (giggle)}.
I smile, and take the note off. Pinning it on my flat-screen monitor, I announce to my boss that I’m gathering the two subjects of the Target case and walk out of the building, again, taking the stairs.
I pull out my Blackberry and call them both, on both calls, saying “I know about Katy Harper. Meet me at Saint Clark on Fall Avenue. As soon as possible.”
I take the elevator back up and then walk to my desk. I wait... and wait... and wait.

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