Torneró

8

I would like to apologise in advance for all the changes of POVs and for the late updates.
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Carter's POV:

"What?" I ask Dominic eagerly, who is casually leaning against the wooden doorframe with his arms intertwined across his chest. "Come in" he nods his head towards his office, pushing his body off the door frame and standing tall. I follow him into the spacious, modern office with Cole and Kyle following closely behind.

Kyle shuts the door closed behind him and Dom leans his hips against the edge of his desk, crossing him arms once again. "I'll make this short, we need you to spy on Sylvie Grace Maé" Dominic announces. "What, no" I snap back without thinking, "Carter, I know you don't want to do this but the girl has a connection to the French and we need to know what it is" Dominic attempts to convince me. "Besides, she might have just been having a bad day and she isn't really that bad" Kyle adds from behind me. Cole stays silent, watching me closely as I think through the situation.

"Fine, but the second I find something out - I'm out" I finally agree, earning a proud smile from Dom. "But I don't know how to do this, she's really mad at me now" I add, the boys all turn to me looking confused, "well what did you do?" Cole asks cautiously. "I don't know, I just suggested she take a pain killer and she kicked me out" I shrug, they all burst into laughter almost instantly. "Sh-she kicked you out?" Cole screeches, clutching his stomach and doubling over in laughter. He struggles to breathe and takes short breaths as an attempt to calm down. I roll my eyes as I fall onto the couch, taking a seat as I know this will turn into a long discussion.

Finally, after a few long minutes, Dominic speaks up. "Okay, this is what you're going to do" he begins, facing directly towards me in an instructive tone. "Wait, her middle name is Grace?" I interrupt him, to which he rolls his eyes and responds, "yes, now this is what you're going to do" he repeats.

Sylvie's POV:

The phone rings and rings and rings, it won't stop ringing as I attempt to ignore it and aggressively cover my head and ears with my pillow to block out the constant ringing. Then, it finally stops and I'm in peace and silence once again. Feeling relieved, I flip the pillow back under my head and rest against it, slowly falling back asleep.

Right as I'm at the line between consciousness and unconsciousness, a heart jolting ringing sound fills the room and gives me a slight heart attack. I aggressively sit myself up and frustratedly lift my phone, sliding the 'answer' button. "What the fuck do you want?" I snap prior to reading the caller ID, "wow, you still that mad at me?" THAT annoying, deep voice sounds through the phone speaker. I quickly pull the phone away from my ear and read the caller ID, it's a blocked number but I know exactly who it is. "How did you get my number?" I question curiously, yet slightly angry. "I have my ways, what are you doing today?" He replies seemingly distracted as I'm guessing he's busy doing something else at the same time as speaking to me. "I'm sure you'd like to know, what do you want?" I argue, he stays silent for a moment before finally continuing, "I just want to make sure my 'friend' is okay". I cringe at the use of his word 'friend', "then go call someone who actually is your friend" I retort before hanging up.

With no means to fall back asleep, I plug my phone into the charging port while checking the time; 8:39am. I throw the duvet off from on top of me before stomping over to the bathroom and brushing my teeth. Changing into a casual white dress and white strap-heels, I take some time to apply my makeup and head out, grabbing my phone and bag on the way.