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Chapter Five

When I had finally finished through the M's and had sorted out the papers of the Naval Ship file I decided to call it a day and head on out. To my guess it was around 5:30 in the afternoon and I had a little bit of spare time. Shutting the door behind me I turned off the lights and began to walk up the platform. I had been here at least two days and still had no information on why the heck I was brought here in the first place. 

Why am I even working in this file room in the first place? I'm a field agent and this is certainly no field. Only a field of paper. He doesn't think I'm ready? Does he? Why the hell did he bring me here then? I'm wasting my "help" on papers...

The only person I knew who would have the answers to my questions was L, and he was probably very busy, but he brought me here and I need to know why. Making my way through the maze of orange hallways I searched every room name and knocked on every possible "L Office Worthy" door. Its like they wanted to frustrate you when you were in a hurry by creating all these similar looking hallways. Groaning in frustration I retraced my steps back to the Main Frame and decided to maybe find someone to help. 

On my way back I passed a hallway I guess I had skipped over and hoped for the best. Walking down the hallway I had at last found it. Whether I was happy or not was not the matter at this time. Answers was all that mattered. About to knock on the door, I heard voices on the other side. He was talking to someone, or more like arguing with someone on the opposite side. 

Should you listen? Heck yeah. Placing my ear ever so closely to the door I could barely hear through the dense metal.

"I don't understand why it has to be me?" mysterious person exclaimed. I assumed that he slammed his hand on a table or chair because there was a slight thud.

"Well, she's just about as strong headed as you, and you need to learn to---" L's voice was inaudible on that last part. Being in arguments seemed to be his one strength. Level headed, calm, but I wondered how many times he'd practiced this. It seemed as though he might be awhile in his office so the answers could wait. He might not give you any. Which was also true, but I deserved something. 

Walking through the hallways I stumbled back to the Main Frame. This room was becoming my starting point to any destination because somehow I always managed to get lost here. Wherever I was going, and I haven't even been here for less than two days. The hallway which contained my room was three intersections up. Just call it a day. Automatically my feet began to move towards the dorms. About to turn into the long stretch of orange I heard two people feverishly whispering. 

"I can't believe she's actually here!" one exclaimed excitingly.

"Yeah, especially after her parents, how could she work here with that past behind her?" the other responded.

"I don't think she knows!" the other one answered ever so quickly. Rounding the corner they both stopped quickly as if to make sure that whatever they were about to say wasn't said. One quickly nodded with his bald head to walk somewhere else. Shrugging it off I scanned each name until I found mine. Scanning my eyes the door handle clicked and as my hand tilted it to open, my eyes wandered down the hallway. Across the aisle was Ashton. His jaw was tight and I could tell he was tense. He suddenly looked over and saw me staring at him. 

Looking away I pushed open my door and found my room the way I had left it. The towels were all over the floor and the drawer was still wide open. The only thing different was a white new letter laying on the table across from my bed. Somehow I had forgotten it had been two weeks and butterflies began to run through me. A jolt of excitement got me across the room in no time. 

Shredding the envelope I pulled out the sheet of paper that had my name on it. Something in me was afraid to open the letter, but I did anyways. 

Dear Amber,