mission failed successfully- jenna ortega

9

CHAPTER 9:
-FIRST AND LAST TIME-

❝ and so I had a late arrival, so we never saw the start of each other's lives, heart to heart. ❞

- heart to heart by mac demarco
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JENNA'S POV: BIMIL HQ

I stomped down the stairs, ignoring the pain of my ankles from doing all sorts of things in these 3-inch heels.

Idiot.

Such an idiot.

I can't tell if I meant her, or myself.

I swung the door open into the main lobby so hard that it hit the concrete wall beside it, making a dent in the brass doorknob. The heels clicked against the marbled floor as I walked through the empty, vast building. Almost empty, at least.

"Jenna, darling!" I heard a feminine voice call out. I groaned and turned to where I heard the voice, and a tall, slim figure of a woman was walking closer towards me, "What happened to the dress?" Mrs. Ong gasped after looking at the condition of the silked red one-piece, the ends torn and the boa tied around my waist, the feathers sticking out in an disorderly fashion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to-"

"I don't care about the dress," She interrupted, "You must have been through so much on that mission," She said, her voice soft as she caressed my bare shoulders, making my stomach churn and my upper-body tingle, "Heels? The whole night?" She exclaimed, "Oh dear, come on, you have to change," She led me to the wardrobe where I'd dress up for missions. The big silver doors stood proud and strong before me, feeling as intimidated by them as my first day on the job. I could remember it so clearly, like it was just yesterday. Mrs. Ong then unlocked the doors, allowing me to enter.

"Why were you down here, dear? Is something wrong? I thought Wayne had you stay with Wong Yu," She asked, picking out a comfortable piece from the closet. Wayne Ong, 'the Richest Man on Earth', people liked to say. He was always caring, but there was something he was hiding, there's no doubt of it.

"Hm?" I hummed, realising what she'd just said, "Oh, uh- we just, had a small disagreement, that's all," I explained, laughing it off as I removed the killer heels, setting them beside me.

"A disagreement?" She repeated, walking over with a pile of folded clothes, handing it over to me, "Go change and tell me what happened, I do not want any of my agents feeling blue."

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"Oh dear," Mrs. Ong mumbled. I had just briefly told what had happened, leaving out a few parts of the story; specifically the part where I indirectly insulted her, "Did you hear his voice? There is no telling whether he was lying or not,"

"No," I said, softly, "But I swear! He's just trying to mess with us, his father probably told him to call her to throw us off!" I said, laying out how his thought process would've been like.

"What if he truly hates what his father is doing? He's only your age, his mind is still fresh. He was brought up that way, and was just recently introduced to the real world, with real people; people not like his father," She is a very sympathetic woman, perhaps from something in her past. I was never close to her, but everyone here adores the woman. How could you not?