Chapter 2

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I sighed at myself. I wasn't going to keep this up for long. It was impossible to hate him. But all agent have to master the art of lying and that's what I was doing. To him, myself, Skylar. I actually liked him a lot. He could be funny when he wanted and was actually cute. Here I go sounding like i was in high school, even though I was still near that age. 19 fresh outta high school.

"Stop daydreaming", I thought, "especially about Ethan." 

I walked into the DSW to find myself completely surrounded by beautiful shoes. "Great, just what I need, more shoes." I muttered.

I walked to the back in the clearance section. My laid my eye's on the most beautiful pairs of boots. They were black with a smooth skin. I needed those...

Luckily, right then Emma Drax walked in. She walked in her straight brown hair in a high ponytail that was swinging rapidly back and forth. I could watch that pony swing all day long. Oh, that doesn't sound right. She walked over to the women's boot's section, pretending to admire a pair or riding boots. She looked around quickly looking for Vossler but couldn't find her.

As if on cue Angel Vossler, with her long flowing black hair and tall body, walked gracefully in. She spotted Drax immediately and went nearby her, trying to not make it obvious. 

This is going to be hard, I thought, as I watched them trading papers in a corner where if you didn't look closely it looked like they were just looking at shoes. God, why did Jae have to give me this mission.

Taking a deep breath I walked toward them, slipped on my sunglasses and started to improvise. Glad to see a cold cup of coffee on the table I did the oldest trick in the book, and the worst.

Pretending I really wanted the shoes that were in front of me, I squealed like a kid and ran towards them, coffee in hand. Since they were side by side, with hardly any space between their shoulders, I made that my target area. As I crashed into them coffee spilled on their shirts. Because of the impact, they fell backwards only giving me about a second. Using my time wisely I switched the folder with the papers with a identical folder that said 'Sucks to Suck." using a sheet of paper for each word. Ha, i'd love to see their face when they read that. "OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed, while inside I was secretly laughing. They gave me death stares but I brushed it off. Acting up to my roll I started blabbering like a little kid. "I'm sooooooo sorry, I didn't mean it. I just so those shoes, and i needed to have them and I have to go in 5 minutes or I'll be late to work and Oh My God I can overdo the amount of times I want to say sorry." I gasped for air. I gave myself a silent pat on the back. Nice job. " It's OK honey, don't worry about it." Emma finally said. "You should go buy your shoes so your not late to work." she said while plastering a fake smile on her face. They picked up their stuff and went to the bathroom.

God, they are bad agents. They fell for it. I'm proud of myself. I'n 19 and I'm better than a 25 year old and 26 year old agent. Yes baby! I left with my new boots and the shoes I had to pretend to love. But best of all, I left with a proud smile on my face.

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