Lies and Legends

Chapter 8

"This will be your living quarters for the duration of your stay," said Walter.

I looked around the most beautiful room I had ever seen. I was down on the lowest floor I could be on without special clearance. It had gold colored wall paper, and all the furniture was white. Even the carpet was white.

"This is the living room," Walter explained. "Down the hall is a small kitchen equipped with a stove, refridgerator and cupboards stocked with food. Across from the kitchen is the laundry room-bathroom. And at the very end is your bedroom."

"This is the living quarters of a queen... Isn't there something a bit more... modest?" I asked. Walter smiled.

"This is the most modest of our living units," he said.

Nana piped up. "Who will be looking after her?" she asked, a bit of worry in her voice.

Walter took out what looked like a cell phone and sent what looked like a text. Minutes later there was a knock on the door, which Walter answered. "You requested us, sir?" asked a boy no older than I.

"Yes. Come on in," he said. Twelve people, all dressed in suits, filed in silently. "I am in charge of her and her team of 'helpers'. I will oversee her schedrule such. Each of these twelve people have a job, varying from cleaning up after her to grocery shopping for her. Any questions?" he asked.

"Um, Walter? I have been told I am a handful but TWELVE 'helpers'? That is a bit much, isn't it?" I asked.

Walter smiled. "Not at all. Now, we will leave you and Christina to unpack you. If you need anything, the telephone on the desk in the cornor will allow you to press in a code to contact us. Those codes are on a piece of paper next to the phone. I will see you tomorrow morning at 7:30 sharp. I suggest you set an alarm for 5:30," he said.

"Thank you, Walter," I said. He and the rest of the staff left, and I collapsed onto the white leather couch. I sighed. "Nana, when are you leaving?" I asked.

"As soon as I find out what they are feeding you," she said, halfway down the hall, trying to investigate my kitchen. I smiled.

About five minutes later she came back down the hallway, looking satisfied. "I will see you later, dear," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Tomorrow is Monday. I will be here at 4:00. Take care. I love you," she said.

"I love you too, Nana," I said.

I saw her out and locked the door. I rushed to my room, ready to collapse into bed. I was exhausted. And for good reason. It's not everyday that you get accepted to the CIA, is it?