Making her way down the hallway after kissing her husband goodbye, Angela's smile after seeing him off was replaced immediately. As she sighed to herself, she reflected on how she really felt. Being pregnant was not easy, especially since he was often away on business. Normally, one would have said this was normal, but unlike most other people, said husband happened to be the leader of one of the region's most powerful crime syndicates. With all the people coming in and out, especially in the wee hours of the morning, it was stressful for her, not to mention her baby. Even dealing with him was tough, as lately his mood was rather volatile-it was hard to predict when it was best to stay in the room. And with a baby on the way, Angela wasn't exactly in the best of moods to deal with this BS, for her baby's sake. However, it was all worth it to put up with it, for one very good reason.
You see, "Angela" here was really Sara, one of the finest federal agents around. In particular, Sara was good at going undercover, which is why she was assigned to replace Angela, who was now hidden and cooperating with the feds. One fantastic aspect of being "pregnant" was how they could hide a secret tape recorder inside the bump, which was vital for finally nailing the bastard for good.
After checking that her "husband" and his associates had finally left the house, it was time to savor her alone time. Walking over to the bedroom, she slowly removed the elegant gown that hid the (alleged) baby bump. Tossing it aside, she plopped down on the bed with exhaustion.
"Another day of being cooped up, and I'm getting even more tired! When will I ever have time to not feel so beat?"
She patted her belly with a loving look. At least she knew that what she was carrying was the most important thing, which was her main reason for putting up with all this.
Cooing gently, "At least I have you, darling!"
Taking a bit more time to make sure things were secure, it finally was the moment she was waiting for-being able to take break from this suit. Bringing her hands together to the back of her head, almost as if she was going to massage it, she gently started to pull and, voila, the mask started to come off. This was soon followed by the rest of the suit gingerly falling to the ground. At last! Sara was able to enjoy a few private moments without having to lug that heavier-than-expected suit around.
And now, the first thing was to make her secret report to her boss. Was this going to be the day when they finally were going to take down the infamous Rocco Carlevaro?
