P.S.S (Personal Spy Secretary) Season 1

Chapter 7 (#4)

Ring... Ring...'

The alarm clock started ringing. I then sat on my bed and yawned. God, I don't want to get up. I want to go back to sleep. Well, who wouldn't, anyone who got up at 5 in the morning will definitely feel to sleep.

I then lay down on my bed, for two more minutes with my eyes closed. Reprocessing everything that happened yesterday, again in my head, and then preparing for today.

"Hey lazy head, wake up." I heard Jason's voice. I opened my eyes. And there I saw him, standing with his face, straight above mine, staring with a cold gaze. "You are up?" I asked, confused. "Yep, I am an early bird." He said. Early bird, huh. "Now get yourself of that bed." Jason ordered.

Okay, technically getting out of your bed on a cold morning is one of the impossible things, mainly on 5am. But when you have Jason near you, the warmth will vanish that moment.

"Okay, lazy head. You are supposed to get up earlier than this and get freshen up quick. And then you will make coffee. That is your morning schedule. But in this case, you will not be ready by the time I come, for sure." He said, eyeing me from head to toe.

"Wait." I suddenly said. "What?" He asked. "You go for... jogging?" I asked. "Yeah. Have to maintain a well build body if you are going to be a spy." He said. "Oh." Was the only thing I said and got into the toilet and locked the door. And from inside, I could hear still him mutter, "Damn, ladies these days, and the click sound of the door getting closed.

I looked at myself mirror. Well, probably not a sight I want to see. I brushed my hair backwards with my hand. When it slowly got stuck, I refrained from further doing.

I then splashed water onto my face, and quickly freshened up and bathed. Dried my hair. Put on a simple red top and white mini skirt and leggings. I then remembered of the uniform Jason showed me. I took a small drawer, near my bed, where I kept the coat.

A simple white long coat, with a W.O.O.S emblem, an emblem with W.O.O.S written on the equator of the earth, on blue thread, and below the earth, W.O.O.S written in its full form, World Organization Of Spies.

I took the coat and slightly folded it and kept it on the bed. And pulled my hair into a high ponytail and went with light make up. Of course I didn't want to be the rich late girl.

I then took the coat and gently kept it on my arm and descended the stairs.

I then went straight to the coffee machine. There were different types of coffees. Latte, Cappuccino, Café au lait, Espresso, Flat white, Long black, Macchiato, Mocha, Irish coffee, Affagato.

I made two lattes. Well, I liked Latte, if luck is there with me, maybe he likes it too. I then took booth coffees and kept it on the table and was back reading Da Vinci Code, in no time.

Suddenly someone kept their hand flatly on my book. I then looked up. "Jason?" I was surprised. Holy Christ, I don't know how the time flies so fast when I am reading books. Seems like I didn't seem to realize when Jason came back.

"Sorry." I apologized, as I dog eared the paged and closed the book. "I made coffee, for you." I said. He looked at the coffee and said, "I don't drink Latte." Seems like my luck wasn't with me.

"You should have told me." I said back.

"You should have asked me." He said back to me.

Well, it is your responsibility to tell the coffee you want to your coffee maker. Wait, who am I talking about responsibility to? And of course I didn't say anything to him. He is my BOSS.

"I am sorry, from next time onwards-"

"There is no next time onwards. RIGHT NOW. God, woman. I have never been this late." He muttered as he went upstairs.

I suddenly made an espresso and kept it on the table for him. He came bathing after ten minutes.

"Now, I am going to be late." He said, while struggling to put his tie.

I just took the time you took for bathing to make the coffee.

I then went near him and helped him tie his tie. His hands froze. I am sure, this, was taken by surprise for him. I grinned. It is fine if I grin as long as my boss doesn't see it.

Then I went back to the table to take his espresso and give it to him. But, he followed me to the table, and took the latte and drank it.

"Sir, I thought you needed espresso." I said.

"I didn't want to be late." He said.

"I already made it." I said.

"Yeah, should have told me." He told in a casual way, that it seemed like he was toying with me.

Oh My God- I was so getting angry. Its fine, its fine, control your anger, control your anger. Just think that he is pointless. Yeah, pointless. My I.C told me. HOW am I supposed to think that the future head of the secret spy agency W.O.O.S is pointless...? It will make me more pointless. I said back. Okay, don't think like that. Just think that even big people make. My I.C told again. That seemed better. Even big people make mistake. Yeah, even big people make mistake-

"Hey, stop dreaming and now come to the real world." He snapped.

"Okay, now take these and come to my office." He said pointing to the table. And on the table, there were 5 big files.

I swallowed hard. I went near to the table. I took the entire book at once. God, it is blocking my sight and my glasses are sliding down, slowly halfway my nose. Well, it's not my problem, if I don't have a nose bridge.

"Seeing properly?" He asked, for sure, purposely. "Yeah, never seen a view like this before." I replied sarcastically. But then I realized what I said was true. I have never seen a view like this in my life before.

I raised my neck a bit, and all I could see was Jason's blurred face. He started walking. I somehow managed till the shoe rack. Then I kept the files on them and adjusted my glasses. Took my sandals out and wore them and adjusted my coat. I sighed again when I saw the books.

"Tired already?" He asked, smirking. Well, he is not the one carrying a bunch of thick files.