The Misadventures of a Non-Spy.

Okay so I will admit I am not a naturally calm person. I like order and I like feeling in control. I suspect everyone who walks or drives behind me for more than 3 minutes , I google a lot, and I also stalk new people I meet, not like in a creepy way, it's just to satisfy that need, to want to know and control everything.

So, sitting at a steel table, on a hard and super uncomfortable steel chair, in a 10- by 13-foot room, with grey walls, a single door (that does not have a handle on the inside just by the way) and facing a large one-way window (I was on the side where it looked like a mirror), was NOT KEEPING ME CALM!!!
And I honestly do not know why I am sitting in an interrogation room of an, at the moment, unknown, presumably governmental institution, at 11 am on the day of my 22nd birthday.
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Felicity Moore is 22 years old and a control freak. So focused on surviving her first year at Harvard Law, she misses the fact that her father has been radio silent for almost two weeks and that her hippy best friend and roommate sleeps with a gun under her pillow. How will she react when all control over her situation is ripped from her fingers? Will she grab the stack of Law books and bury herself in what she knows and can control, or will she grab the gun in the backpack and venture into the unknown?

Leonardo Antonelli, 25, has been stuck in limbo between what his father wants, and his dream to be a diving instructor somewhere warm and away from all the looks he is getting when anyone in New York hears his last name. What little control he has over his fate is ripped from him when some dudes corner him in the streets of Massachusetts whilst taking a tour of the campus. Then, after being locked inside a hotel room with just booze and the occasional food delivery, his salvation shows up in the form of a little nerd.