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"Just like physics, we're bubbles, awaiting from our choices..."
Ella Johnsons had enough from the constant moving, due to the financial crisis they were currently in state. So when she had an...
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"...I live my day as if it was the last Live my day as if there was no past..."
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Ella's P.O.V
"Nope! I can't do this anymore, I need a break." Anika says standing up from the floor.
"You have been saying that since the last thirty minutes, Ann." Kaitlyn says rolling her eyes.
It's been a little over two hours since we arrived and started. The three of them were arranging the orders and deliveries, while I had to stalk people for information.
The bold text written on the screen reminded me about my goal : Find out if a guy named Noah is cheating on his girlfriend, Ava.
At first, I wanted to already throw myself out of the window. Since, how the hell can you just find out if this Noah guy is cheating or not. After five whole minutes of rereading the details and whatnot, I told them that it was impossible, but they just laughed at me.
Apparently it was easy to find someone who is cheating.
One, know his background and extra-curricular activities.
Two, proceed to stalk him everywhere.
Three, after one month, give or take, ask him out and see if he rejects. ( yes, as in I, Ella Johnsons, will ask the guy out. )
They said that they will give me an extreme makeover when it reaches that far, so I would be less recognized. I'm still at the first step, even if Anika, Sasha and Kaitlyn already knows a lot about him and his whereabouts, they told me to research on my own, as practice.
"Yup, we're going out. Let's go!" Anika says grabbing the keys of her car and leaning on the desk with her arms folded.
Her room is actually humungous and spacious. It had it's own living room with a flat screen TV, a study area where we were situated at, her closet which was even bigger than my room and of course the big fluffy bed placed at the center of the room.
Initially, I thought it would be messy, but it was literally spotless and organized. Book shelves with alphabetically arranged books. Her bed, with not a single wrinkle. The pillows on her sofa, arranged perfectly. I envy on how it was extremely organized.
"Where exactly do you plan on going?" Sasha asks flipping through papers.
"More like what I plan on doing." Anika answers twirling the keys around her fingers.
