CIA : Its not what you think

Chapter Four

-SECTION SONG-

"Hold The Line"- Toto

[YSL store-8.10am]

[April's POV]

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Lo-fi beats filled my ears as I entered my office again. Humming along them, I mindlessly walked over to the cloth racks to shuffle the outfits. After checking up the schedules of Penelope, it turned out that I don't have any appointment till 9. Which means I can focus back on the online orders for a while. 

I love my job. 

Jobs, excuse me. 

But this camouflage job has a soft spot in my heart. I'm surrounded by creations I've loved for a long time and I feel like an artist. Its just my brushes and paint is clothes and the canvas is a client. The fact that being in the perfect outfit is a confidence booster is carved in my brain and being a reason behind someone's high confidence levels is an absolute joy. With that thought, I caught sight of the neon sign behind my desk.

Life isn't perfect but your outfit can be

A gentle, stylish reminder and assurance to clients when they walk through my door.

The morning sun was glaring harshly at me from the tall windows. The sounds of the busy street seemed to have magnified as well. I was expecting a bit of rain today considering the surprise showers we have here.

After shuffling the rack outfits a little, I make my way around to my desk and open my laptop to deal with the orders there. While I was scrolling through them, there was a conversation playing in my head, sending me to a little haze.

                             "Any chance that they were kidding?"

                            "That's what I wanted to know. Now I know they weren't"

The Aries in me. Overthinking is our super power.

What a-

*beep**beep**beeeeeep*

Pulling me from my dreamy state in a rude way, a sound came followed with a vibration on my desk.

It was my encoded phone plugged to the laptop, giving out a classified notification sound.

I frowned in surprise, a little dazed from dealing with the expensive attire selections. The notification was reserved for messages from one place.

CIA.

I grabbed the device curiously and summoned up the message. My frown deepened.

It was a simple message typed out in the brisk CIA style.

urgent. cm imdtly.

COLIN

For a moment, I was blank. This was nowhere near the expected official morning flirt from Colin.

Urgent? 

The  word was enough for a bunch of goosebumps to erupt on my exposed skin in my hands. A string of possibilities flew in to my head that might have triggered this text, each sounding terrifying than the previous. 

You don't normally get an urgent summon from the CIA. If you do, then something's totally out of hand for most officials there. 

Considering this was sent from Colin, my analytical self tried detect a hint of a playful prank but the more I looked at it, I found myself disregarding that fact. Last time Colin sent a shorthand text, they had detected a drug network. But it wasn't urgent.