British Exchange Agent

Chapter 7

"It depends on your perspective." I replied, turning around to raise my eyebrow at him. He twirled his moustache in his finger, his strikingly green eyes watching me.

"How so?"

"I firmly believe that you were ahead of time - therefore I am still early."

"And if I had a set time of specifically 7:43?"

"Then, according to several clocks around the world, I am incredibly early."

He narrowed his eyes at me for a second, twirling his moustache thoughtfully, before allowing a hint of humour tug in his eyes.

"Nevertheless, according to the time in Arizona, you are late." He clapped his hands. "Enough! We have much to discuss."

He spun around and stalked off towards a black door on the right, with me on his tail. He placed his hand on the scanner outside of it, before striding inside and taking a seat behind the desk. I stepped in quickly and stood in front of him, glancing at the door as it clicked shut. Scanning the room for answers, my eyes settled on a document.

Richard.

"Now, Kayla, I am sure you are aware of why I have brought you here today." He started, his eyes scrutinising my every move. I kept my expression neutral.

"I have my theories."

"To cut to the chase, you aren't moving fast enough."

I narrowed my eyes at him. He held up his hand.

"I understand that you have not yet reached the twenty-four hour mark - but I also know that you have already met your assignment's son."

My jaw clenched.

"You have spies on me."

It wasn't a question. He raised his eyes upwards.

"Teens these days - so dramatic." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. "We have spies everywhere, Kayla. Now, as I was saying, due to your-"

A nasally voice cut through the room, laced with annoyance. It sounded ever so electronic, spiking my curiosity. My mind raced, trying to piece together who it was.

"Are you alright in there, dear?"

Richard sighed, picking up what looked like a small calculator, and holding it in front of me.

"Number three." He said tiredly.

Concluding that it was the shop lady, I pressed it down.

"Fine thanks - just debating over these vivid colours." I cooed.

"Alright, then." Came her reply, ever so slightly miffed. Richard placed the calculator down and clasped his hands, leaning on his elbows. His piercing green eyes bore into mine.

"Kayla, my patience only lasts so long. We need to find Cyrus's father before he...well," He paused, glancing up and down at me.

"Before he finds you."

My eyes narrowed, and I slowly stood up, keeping my clenched fists by my side.

"I can assure you, Richard, that I have no intention of failing this assignment."

A hint of surprised flashed in his eyes. I made my way over to the door, placing my hand on the doorknob. I spared him one last glance before ripping open the door and stalking out, ignoring the curious faces of the other agents.