A Touch Of Emerald

purple nurple

I open the door to my room with my new key which Ms.Simmons so kindly gave me.

I sit on my bed and called Dylan so I could give him an update. Although something tells me by the way he picked up that I caught him at a bad time.

"Yes?" I could hear fighting in the background. To be frank he sounded like he was in a chokehold. Before I could get a word in I heard the voice of sweet Scar on the other end of the line.

"DYLAN I SWEAR TO FUCK IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME BACK MY UNDERWEAR I'LL PURPLE NURPLE YOUR BALL SACK."

I crack a small smile at their typical behavior and speak " You ready for my reports or should I come back another time? I'd hate to intrude."

"What? OH, yes I am very much ready for those updates just gimme a sec- SCARLETT I HAVE TO TALK TO MONROE BECAUSE SOME OF US HAVE ACTUAL WORK TO DO OTHER THAN SITTING AROUND BINGE WATCHING SOME LAME ASS DOCTOR SHOW."

"MC'DREAMY IS NOT LAME." I could practically feel him sticking his tongue out at her.

"Monroe, ignore her now gimme all da deets."

I begin telling him my encounter with Jackson and how I scored a date with him, which of course Dylan being Dylan he couldn't help but act like a fucking 13 year old girl that just had her first kiss. I then started telling him what happened when I went to see Ms. Simmons. Deciding to leave out he part about the stalker assassin who's life goal seems to be messing up my assignments.I'll save that story for another time.

I knocked three times.

"Come in."

I walk in to her office, it was... interesting to say the least.

Wine stained wooden floors and walls, a glass coffee table with camel colored leather couches, and at the end of the room... a black desk with a huge portrait of a black sheep with a hammer. Stuck. In its head. It seemed oddly familiar...although I don't let it phase me and instead clear my throat to announce my presence.

She looks up from her laptop to me and flashes me a polite smile. "Hello, sweetheart. What can I do for you?" Hmm- she has as slight British accent tha-

"British accent? That makes no fucking sense this hoe was born and raised in TEXAS, that's hella sus bru-"

"Dylan shut the fuck up let me finish."

"Ok."

Anyway , she had a slight British accent that seemed almost fake, felt like she was trying to act a little more professional than she actually is.

" Yes hello Ms.Simmons I'm so sorry to bother you but a friend of mine had told me that you could give me a room key free of charge?" I ask with the most innocent face I could pull.

"Oh yes, well why don't you sit down and maybe I could get you a cup of tea?"

"A CUP OF TEA ?! I'M SURPRISED SHE DIDN'T OFFER YOU SOME FRIED CHICKEN ON THE SPOT-"

"DYLAN LET HER FUCKING TALK." Scarlett is a huge gossip, so I wasn't very surprised she stuck around to hear my report.

These two are giving me a migraine. I choose to ignore the unnecessary comment given by Dylan and just kept going.

"Actually a cup of tea sounds lovely, thank you." I need to pull as much information from her as possible. She picked up the phone and asked one of the secretaries to bring in two cups of tea. I heard the other person on the line comply with a simple and polite. "Right away Ms.Simmons." She hung up the phone and looked at me with bright eyes .

"What's you name dear? And your room number?"

"Maddison Miller, room 42B."

She looked at me like a dear caught in headlights, just for a second. She quickly composed herself and let out a nervous laugh.

" Oh dear, I think we have to skip that cup of tea I'm afraid I've just remembered I had an important meeting to attend, but here you go let me give you that key."

She jumped up from her seat and opened up a safe that was on her bookshelf, she pulled out a room key and handed it over to me. I did notice one thing though, she didn't look me in the eye. I said my thanks and walked towards the door. Just as I was about to get out the door I look back at her and noticed she was staring at me with an alarmed look on her face. With her phone up to her ear.

I gave a small smile and made my way out...what the fuck was that about?

"What the fuck."

What the fuck indeed, she was acting perfectly fine up until I told her my name and room number, I know for a fact that my new identity was made out to be as authentic as any real persons so the only thing that would make sense was my room number. I know getting a dorm in the middle of the semester was difficult, and the fact that I was able to get a single? That's almost unheard of.

All those questions had answers, Dylan had hacked into their student residency file and gave me my own room, he noted that I would be attending school late because of family issues and that I was the daughter of someone who apparently had a major part in funding for the school. Which means the room must remain reserved until I got there.

" Dylan I need you to do a data check on the room I'm in, I want to know very single person that'd ever stayed in this room, and look for any possible connection between this room and Simmons.I need those ready by tomorrow morning" I spoke with assertiveness, I need to get to the bottom of this.

"Sir yes sir."

Just as he was about to hang up I thought of something else he could help me with, should I say anything about the person who I think is here to basically fuck up my whole mission? I need to know more about him. Who does he work for? What's his ranking? Who is he here for? What's his name?

Part of me wanted to spill everything to my best friend but the other part of me is thinking about my father, and how disappointed he was with me last time. I can't let anything or anyone mess this up for me, like the way he messed up my last operation. He somehow finds a way to make the easiest assignments one of the most difficult.

I'm snapped back into reality wen I hear Dylan and Scar fighting again, something about Dr. Bailey deserving better.With the amount of work they have piled on, I'm surprised they have enough time to watch those shows let alone fight over them. As I was about to hang up I get a text from Jackson.

Hey about the movies today, I'm gonna have to cancel I have some homework to catch up on.

No way in hell that could be a fucking coincidence.

"He did NOT just fucking cancel on you." Dylans voice blared through the phone. I don't even bother asking how he knows , because I'm more than positive he had my phone tapped.

" Alright it's fucking go time baby I'm gonna bust these motherfuckers and they're not gonna even see me COMING, they're gonna be like, OMG HOW DID YOU DO THAT DYLAN YOUR SO SMART AND HANDSOME AND- HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT HURTS."

This time I genuinely couldn't hold in my laughter, because if there's one thing I know about Scar, is that she never goes back on her word.

Purple Nurple.

AN- ik this chapter is hella short but im jus tryna figure out how im gonna sort out the events for this book before i get into the longer ones :)