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Prologue
Suanne's POV
Without knocking, Anslee entered my room and landed with a soft thud on my bed. I, on the other hand was just staring up at the white ceiling with red rimmed eyes from crying, thinking...thinking about him.
"Suanne Juliana Holden." Anslee called me.
When she saw that I wasn't going to answer, she tried again.
"Sue, try to forget about him. He's the past. We did what we had to do, girl. Sweetheart, we did what was right and that's the most important thing of all." Anslee murmured to me, trying to comfort me by nudging her shoulder with mine playfully and comfortingly.
I knew Ans was trying to help but it wasn't working at all. I had hurt him, badly. I had used him to infiltrate his father's drug dealing operation. When I had been first assigned to this case a few months ago, I had thought that it would be so easy. Once again, I was wrong. I fell in love with Channing, and he fell in love with me. That was when things started getting messy. As a part of the teenage CIA group called CCO, for Covert Corporations Operatives, which was a top secret branch of the CIA, the only one that even now are still only known by very few people in this world. Only the chosen ones knew and I happened to be one of them. Together with my whole cheerleading team, who would kill me without second thought if they knew that I had revealed my identity.
At that thought I winced and just continued staring up at the ceiling mutely. It hurt too much, this feeling of being heartbroken. It was something I never wanted to feel ever again. But I knew that I had a job to do, I had made a choice before I reported Channing's father. And I had accomplished that for the better of America, even if it meant feeling this pain.
I heard Anslee sigh and lied down beside me, staring at the ceiling with me. Anslee was my best friend and someone I could always count on. She was also my partner, my second-in-command. I couldn't function properly without her. And she was always right, that unnerving and disturbing thought came to my head.
Anslee was always right. She had been right when she told me that I would regret changing the dye in my mother's dye tube from blond to bright pink, she had been right when she told me that I didn't love Jacob and most of all...she had been right that I would end up hurt if I kept on getting involved with Channing.
She had also been right when she had suggested that I dropped this case and leave it to her as I was getting too emotional. That was rule one in the spy world, never let your emotions rule you during an operation.
I should have known that by now, having learned the hard way. Never, ever, let your emotions rule you. I had seen what it had done to my father. My own father, an ex- CIA. He had died in a mission. It wasn't until a few years back that I had gotten into the spy world and came to know about the story. I was a legacy, still am. He had let emotions rule him and had almost jeopardised his mission by falling for a trap, thinking that his family (me and mom) had been captured and held captive. In the end, his mission was unfinished and he had died. Or that was what was assumed by the CIA...and by everyone else in the world.
They hadn't found his body and that was the main thing hanging. They should have been able to. After all, they weren't called the CIA for nothing, right?
Yet they hadn't and up till today it remains a mystery to what had really happened to him. To be truthful, I didn't really want to know. Sometimes, lies and deceptions are better than the truth. Truth hurts and lies or deceptions are just facades.
I pushed him away from my mind, warning myself not to get emotional. It was hard when I let myself feel. I knew what I had to do. And for my sake and my teammates sake, I was finally going to put the lid down to my box full of worries, deception, lies and most importantly, the absolute, pure truth that I could never reveal.
From this moment on, I would remember nothing of what had happened in the period of the last few weeks. This "put the lid down on the box thing" was necessary as part of the training for agents, old or young. And for once, I was glad to use it. It was part psychology and self deception. If you thought that what you were saying was the truth, nobody could ever use a lying detector on you. It was better this way, for everyone. I shut my eyes, allowing myself to grieve for my lost and finally shut the lid down, airtight.
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