My room was pitch black when I returned. Finally, I got to test the chandelier and the light shone exquisitely in my room. The switch was one of those fancy ones, that allowed you to adjust the brightness. So cool. The chandelier's light was dim, making my room glitter with light sparkles. This room was truly magical.
A royal dinner was currently happening in the palace. All participants in the selection are supposed to attend. The prince, queen, and king will be there as well. It supposes to be a chill dinner, but it seems more like an orientation to me. Discussions about the process of the selection are supposed to take place and etc. The dinner started over an hour ago, and yet I'm still planted in my room.
One being that my hands were swollen from the gym. It was to the point that my skin didn't even look brown. They had morphed into this crimson color. Officer King brought me ice packs and informed me about the dinner. I told him if I could rest in my room for a while, and he hasn't bothered me since.
To waste time I rested on my bed and went on my MacBook to watch Netflix. I almost broke the bed from excitement when Beyoncé's Coachella performance appeared. It distracted me for about an hour before I realized my hands looked better.
Now I'm standing in the mirror adjusting the white romper I put back on. I touched up my face with makeup, put my jewelry back on, and finished with fetching my heels.
When I return I'm going to finish watching Beyoncé's performance. I'm also going to learn all the dances they did. Beyoncé is queen!
My eyes catch Ryan's silver briefcase, among the other suitcases. I pressure my thumb on the scanner and it opens. Ryan's special gadgets greet me. A screen appears and stretches across my room.
"Hello Naomi." A robotic voice greets. The screen scans my room and then disappears.
"Hey T'Challa." T"Challa is the U.W.'s intelligent computer. Anything you need he'll do it within a split of a second. He does the U.W.'s hacks, he's our alarm system, he can open confidential documents and many more. He is literally the relative of Iron Man's J.A.R.V.I.S.
"What can I do for you?"
"Can you set up the spiders. I'm going to dinner so I need them to snoop around the palace. If they can find the prince, king, and queen's room that would be dope. See if they can gather anything suspicious."
The spiders are mechanical spiders that are the U.W.'s eyes and ears. Plus, they're controlled by T'Challa.
"Of course."
"I assume you can contact me on this bracelet?" I question, raising my wrist to reference the bracelet Ryan made. T'Challa scans the bracelet from the briefcase.
"Yes I can." Ryan never fails to amaze me.
"Ok, I'm going now. I'll contact you on the bracelet if I need anything else."
"Of course." My hand reaches to close the briefcase. I hide it amongst the rest of my suitcases. T'Challa could always open the briefcase anyways. I just hope no one walks in to my room spotting a briefcase releasing robot spiders. That would be awkward.
Making my way to the hallway I lock the door behind me. I stand in front of King's door and give it a knock. Moments later King greets me in his uniform with a questioning brow.
"All better Lady Love." His head nods toward my hands. I unconsciously start rubbing them together.
"I guess King. Hey, how do you know my last name? I only recall telling you my first?" I was to blind by his looks to realize that before. That is quite odd though.
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Undercover
Novela JuvenilNaomi isn't a normal American teenager. She contains a valuable power that she can't control at times. Naomi works with a secret organization that handle problems the government don't even know about. The United States and England have been havin...
