Fatal Lies

18 |The rival

"Make your life a masterpiece, imagine no limitations on what you can be, have or do."
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Martin's POV

"Okay ladies I should get going, Laila take care of Jaz," I said walking to the door.

"Bye," they said in unison turning their focus back to Laila's phone, I just rolled my eyes at the lack of attention.

I closed the big wooden door after me to be welcomed with the autumn cold breeze, I made my way to my midnight black porch, I was provided with this car when I was 17 I have other 5 cars but this one is so far my favorite.

After all, being one of the best agents pays off.

My phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I grab it a frown forming on my face at the sight of the caller's ID.

"Sebastian," I said through gritted teeth, Sebastian was my rival at work but not only are we rivals we hate each other he is basically the most irritating son of a bi*ch anyone would meet.

I met Sebastian on my first day at training and you can we didn't have the best first impression.

~6 years ago~

I can no longer be the soft, spoiled, rich boy; I must change not only to survive this tough life, but also for the sake of my parents whoever did this to them, I will show them hell on earth.

I wore my hood over my head and put my hands in my pockets as I made my way to the training area, where Kristina informed me that I would be trained every day until I was eligible to be an agent.

There was a big green field with all kinds of military training equipment, and there was a group of guys my age with a large and scary man, who had scars all over his face, eyes as cold as ice, and a grip as hard as a rock.

I took a deep breath, calming my nerves and attempting to remain as calm as possible. I felt my hand clammy with sweat and my stomach churn as butterflies fluttered in it, but I managed to maintain my composure.

I nervously stood in front of everyone, waiting for the big man to acknowledge my presence, and when he did, his cold eyes swept over my body, and he looked at me with disapproval.

"Who are you boy? and what are you doing in my area?" roared the guy, his voice deep and dark and his accent a thick British. I took a step back in surprise, but quickly regained my posture and cleared my throat.

"Sir, my name is Marten Parker, and I'm here to join in the agency training." I was nervously stuttering when I noticed a couple of guys laughing in the back. I clenched my fists tightly as I felt my frustration rise, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to contain it.

"Are you Ethan Parker's son?" His cold, hard voice broke through me.

Strangely enough, he recognizes my father's first name.  My father once told me that only his close friends knew his first name. Does this mean that this man knew my father personally?

"Yes, sir, I am"

A small smile appeared on his scarred face amusement dancing in his eyes

"Interesting."

"If you wish to become an agent, there's something you need to know, if you think this is something like what they do in movies then you're wrong, its a hundred time worst, you wake up at 6:00 am breakfast ends at 6:30, your classes start at 7:00 am and ends at 12:00 pm then lunch starts at 12:30 pm and ends at  1:30 pm, training period begins at 2:00 pm and ends at 6:00 pm, dinner begins at 6:30 pm and ends at 7:30 pm, your free time starts at 7:30 pm until 9:30 pm and everyone should be asleep by 10:00 pm. you only get one day off-campus per week and every month all trainees take an evaluating exam if you get lower than a specific grade, you get kicked out."