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With a heavy sigh, she jumped on her bed, and stayed there. One curl of unruly coal-black hair escaped from its place and flopped over her eye which she found greatly frustrating... Or maybe it was the fact that she ruined everything. Again.
Brilliant, she thought. Just brilliant. You get one chance to redeem yourself and you fail! Failure! What's that word Kayla always uses for me? Charlatan! Charlatan!
How Conney wished she could be back with her family in their small but lovely cottage by the sea. But after the tsunami which turned her into an orphan struck, she had to move. She was a stowaway for many days, until she stumbled upon France.
Being an exceptional learner, she had become so used to her new ways, it was as though she lived her whole life here. But she still couldn't find a job... And she was definitely not going into the Secret Agency for the risk of being discovered as not a Française but Allemande.
So, she became a merchant by day, a burglar by night. Again, life was great, until one day she was gagged and brought into a small room. Next thing she knows is that if she didn't help Kayla, she was going to be shot for trespassing, but if she succeeded, she would get pass into France and enough money for living her life.
All Conney could do now was succumb to them as she valued her life, but now she doubted if she did...
