Amy woke up in her bed tucked in. She stood up and looked at where Matt had slept, but he wasn't there, so she sluggishly climbed out of the bed and stared at the mirror. "Aw, my bedhead," she thought as she fruitlessly attempted to brush it down with her hands, so she left the bedroom. She climbed downstairs and headed to the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Matt was preparing breakfast. The smell of burrito wafting through her nose made her drool. She walked over the counter and poked her head and saw Matt already rolling the tortilla around the cheese and egg mixture.
"Ohh look who's awake" Matt turned around and smiled He held Amy by her waist and kissed her forehead. "Good morning beautiful, how was your night? You know I keep telling you not to work late in the night. I woke up to pee and met you at the study table drooling all the way, really cute!"
"Stop. I wasn't drooling! I just—you know what, why am I even talking to you, give me some food" she said tiredly. Matt laughed heartily "Ohh, hold on tiger, I'm still rolling them up perfectly for a perfect girl like you"
Amy's stomach flustered. This guy is being cheesy again. She looked at Matt confused, causing Matt to laugh even harder. "Stop joking around Matt" she lightly punched Matt's chest and walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a neatly packed burrito.
This guy actually packed this burrito perfectly. She then looked at Matt, who was also looking at her with an expectant face, "and?" Matt drew the 'and' word. Amy lightly laughed and took a huge bite at the burrito. She then groaned in delight, making Matt dance "oh yeah, one score today!"
"Your cooking had always been the best, you don't need to keep proving it every day, you always be the best cook in the world," Amy said. Matt then came closer to Amy "Awww, I'm blushing" he said dramatically. Amy giggled and took another bite of the burrito.
After eating one roll, she took her plate to the kitchen and poured liquid soap into the plate. "Noo uh, uh, that's my job, you go prepare for work, and I'll take care of the house." He said as he took the plate from her. Amy smiled and blew a kiss and Matt grabbed the air and touched his heart dramatically, causing Amy to laugh again.
Amy looked at the digital clock, it was 06:32 am, so she headed upstairs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a long bath.
15 minutes later she came out with a white towel wrapped around her, and she was dripping with water. Amy then took a towel from the cloth basket, dried her hair and brushed it. She wore her company's uniform, wore light makeup, rechecked her appearance in the mirror, before grabbing her backpack and leaving the room.
She took another burrito to eat in the car before she arrived at her workplace. "Honey, can you drive me to work?" Amy asked Matt, who was cleaning up the kitchen. "Uhh, yeah, just wait a sec let me clean this section--and, done! Alright, let's move" Matt hung the towel on the kitchen wall and grabbed the car keys.
Five minutes later, they arrived at AIRC, Amy then checked herself again in the mirror, before alighting off the car. "Wait Amy," Matt said as he also got off the car. "Take care Amy, you'll meet me here at 4 pm. If that guy bothers you again, please inform your manager, he would understand okay" Matt said with a concerned look on his face.
"Okay dearie," Amy said and kissed him on the lips. She then walked briskly to the front door of the building ahead of her. Amy then took an elevator packed with people. Moments later she exited and went to her desk.
However, as soon as she sat down, the vintage telephone on her desk rang. She picked it up and was about to introduce herself but was interrupted by a brisk voice "meet me in my office", causing her heart to leap.
Amy began to speculate. What had she done that would warrant her manager to call her at the early hours of the day? Was it what happened between Henry and her yesterday? All these questions were swirling through her mind as she headed into the most dreaded room of the company.
To her relief, Henry was not there, just her manager, doing what he always did. Amy then walked to his table and was about to announce her presence when the manager dropped a file at the table. "Take this. You are going on a mission."
Huh? A mission? Why would he want to take Amy on a mission? "Uh sir, I'm sorry, you said a mission?" she asked with a shaky voice. The manager then turned around and glared at Amy "Yeah so? Is there a problem?" he asked with a hard voice, causing Amy to shake her head frantically, "Good, the info's on how to carry out the job is already listed there. I want a report at the end of the week. He concluded and continued typing on his e-desk.
Amy left the office dazed. What kind of mission does her manager want him to do? What if the mission was to kill someone? Amy had never hurt anyone before in a long time. Amy was already sweating in her palms as she headed to her desk.
She then opened the file cautiously, and her heart leapt with fear. It was the picture of James and his parent. Amy wanted to cry. Why would they choose her in carrying a horrid mission out of all the most capable people working here?
Amy then stared at the mission info on the next page as she read each of them carefully.
Mission info
Locate the client's guardian in his residence and track his movement. Identify the places they work, goes to eat, meet up with friends, and the park they enjoy spending their time on. During this mission, stay as inconspicuous as possible.
As for the other client, James Smith, locate his hotspots—his school, his peers and things the clients like to eat or drink. During this mission, stay as inconspicuous as possible.
Report to the managing director as soon as your mission is complete.
Amy could not describe how relieved she felt. She wasn't going to kill anyone, just spying and following, but yet she was still bothered. Though she does not know what they were going to use this information to do, whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.
How is this company hiding their true intentions from the public, despite the number of employees working here?