mission failed successfully- jenna ortega

8

CHAPTER 8:
-I DREAD-

❝ you stupid bitch, can't you see? the perfect one for you is me. ❞
- you stupid bitch by girl in red
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ASTONIA'S POV: HELICOPTER

"What?" I questioned, confusion struck inside of the compacted helicopter, "You can't just take me off the mission? We were almost there!" I bargained, clenching my fists and leaning towards the hologram of my booming father.

"You almost did it. I fear I've given you too much time. If it makes you feel any better, Agent Ortega is also off the mission," He beamed, as if it was going to lighten the situation. Jenna's eyes grew wide as her eyebrows crossed.

"Wait, what?" She hissed, "I could do it easily without her!"

"You drilled a hole in the building." He stated bluntly.

"They have to pay for it! It's wasting their money!" Jenna said in defence.

"That's not the point, Ortega!" My father shouted, cutting off her silly excuse, "I'm replacing the both of you. That is that." The hologram disappeared and Jenna went into a spiral of madness, screaming in frustration. Gemma took a glance from in front and snickered, seeing Jenna so angry tinged a bit a satisfaction in Gemma.

"Fuck this." Jenna ended, crossing her arms and turning towards the window, the sun rising over the abandoned towers surrounding the Wolfhard's base. The sky was painted a beautiful shade of pink, orange and blue blending in to create a sunrise only few appreciated.

"So, where to, Ms. Ong?" Gemma asked me.

"My apartment, please."

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"Why the fuck would he do that? Is he on drugs?" Jenna burst, throwing the gun across the marbled island table like it were car keys, "I'm capable, who the hell would take over the mission anyway if it isn't me?"

"Someone who's better than you, I suppose," I teased.

"There is no one who's better than me."

"I beg to differ,"

"What? You wanna go, Astonia? Huh?" She screamed, taking steps closer towards me in a threatening way.

"To the bed?" I unconsciously questioned, my eyes shooting out of its sockets after processing. I added a little smirk to act like it was planned, but it didn't look like she was entirely convinced. In all honesty, I wasn't fixated on her speaking at all. It was more of her outfit. She was still in the red dress from the dinner yesterday. Yes, I was apparently kept hostage for 6 hours. The dress was ripped up at the ends, but it added so much more to her personality and hairstyle. It made her look, oddly enough: super attractive.

"Smooth." Jenna replied after a long pause from hesitation, still astonished that it had come out of my mouth. I raised one of my brows and stepped to my right to make my way around her, but she snatched my arm and pulled me down to whisper into my ear.

"We'll get a chance to, don't worry," Before she slipped her hand off and strutted off into the kitchen, unbothered while I stood frozen in my spot, flushing an embarrassingly bright shade of red.