Fabulous Fifteen (An Elite Eight Story #5)

Solution

Namjoon entered the CIA lab on Tuesday morning with a wide grin.

"Great. She's already here." He whispered to himself spotting Pamela on her stool next to his. She seemed to be writing notes down feverishly. "Always so hard working."

The young genius walked in waving his good mornings to the other scientists present before standing behind the woman he loved. He covered her eyes.

Pamela screamed. She had been writing something extremely important down before the world went black. "What the hell?!" She grabbed one of the arms of the person covering her eyes then flipped them over herself and the table she was working at.

Namjoon had not been expecting that at all. He was now currently lying on his back in front of their working desk. "Owww . . . good morning Pamela." He grunted trying get the strength to get up. He caught view of Pamela's head peering from over the desk with concern and smiled. Next to her was Dr. Frank shaking his head.

"You're a bad boy. This woman was brought to our lab not just for diversity's sake but because she is a brilliant and talented addition to our team. You should learn to respect her as our equal young man." The elderly man chastised. He leaned back then continued his work.

Well that felt like a slap in the face. Namjoon thought sitting up. He wondered if Dr. Frank remembered that he was the one who had told him that.

"I am so sorry Namjoon. I didn't know it was you. Why'd you do that? Who does that to a person?" Pamela was standing in front of Namjoon lending him a hand to help him to his feet.

Namjoon stood straight with her help and smiled goofily while she dusted him off. "It's okay." He frowned. "And lots of people do that to others. It's a thing. Friends do that to each other all the time."

Pamela tilted her head. "Really? No one's ever done that to me."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? I'm pretty sure it's more popular among girls."

Pamela shrugged. "I guess it's never happened because I never really had friends. I was always the kid sitting on a bench-"

"All by yourself?" He gave her a sorry look.

"Well yeah but I was never sad or anything. My best friend was a science book. Oh yeah I used to do all kinds of reading at recess." Pamela sighed in content. "Good times."

Namjoon laughed at that. "You're so cute." He shook his head as they both walked to the seats they worked at. He put on his gloves then. "Listen, Pamela." He tried to hold back the wide grin that wanted to spread across his face. "You may have heard from the board that my friends and I are in a bit of a pickle."

She nodded continuing her writing. "Yeah they sent an email at around three saying that the blonde girl was coming back home and that the world would probably be going wild and prepare for the worst and your secret needs to be kept and blah blah blah. Y'all really got the people of earth wrapped around your finger though. It's crazy. I've seen like a dozen conspiracy reports on y'all." She put her pen down to look at Namjoon. "Are those Lesy girls back? I think that all the excitement might die down if they came home. They got people sending eggs at Sian's parents' house."

Namjoon's eyes widened. "For real?" He had never heard of this.

Pamela nodded then returned to writing. "I hear that they moved. No one can find them in their home." She tsked. "I wonder if Sian is worried. Poor girl. She's so nice and simple. She doesn't deserve all of this drama going on in her family if you ask me."

Namjoon digested that. He hoped that the Pinnocks were okay. "Do people know where they are?"

"Nope." Pamela shrugged. "Hope they didn't die from stress. I mean, they ain't that old but they've been going through shit." She shook her head.