Vesper or Cahill chap 2
Amy hesitated for a moment. Should I pick up the phone? Do I want to join the Vespers? I mean, even if I don't, I can always use this information against them. I can give the info to Fiske. But...
Before she even knew what she was doing, Amy ran to the phone and held it to her ear. "Hello, Amy Cahill speaking. How may I help you?" she spoke into the phone.
"Cahill? You mean Trent. That's you're real name," said the raspy voice on the other end. "Anyway Amy, the Vespers have decided that it is time that you have joined us. We want to know your answer,"
Amy was speechless. What should I say?
"I know what you are thinking Amy. I know that you will say yes. You will because you either want to be one of us, or you don't want to miss out on an opportunity to give the Cahills information. I assure you, after we meet with you, you will want to be a Vesper. Just like you were born to be,"
"I... I'm a Cahill. My mother was a Cahill," Amy spoke softly.
"Ah, yes. But, how about your father. Was Arthur Trent a Cahill?" the man inquired.
"I..." Amy was unable to answer. Is he saying that Dad was a Vesper? Dad couldn't be a Vesper. He married Mom. He loved Mom. He...
"You are leaving to Paris tomorrow, am I right?" the man questioned.
"I... Yes. We're leaving tomorrow," Amy said. How can we have a meeting without Dan and Nellie knowing anyway? Why did I pick up the phone?
"Good. Come to your Grandmother's mansion. Be there by 4:00 sharp. You need to come up with some excuse to tell your brother and your au pair. How about you say that you have a date today, but decided to make it a bit early since he has some sport around 6? They'll buy it. Now, you do have a car don't you,"
Amy smiled at her brand new red Ferrari parked outside. It had been a friend's birthday and since she got a Toyota for her birthday, Amy didn't want to show off. So she took the bus. "Yeah, I have a car,"
"Good. Be there at 4," said the man, and with that, he hung up.
Amy stared down at her "school appropriate" clothes and frowned. If I'm going on a "date", there is no way that I can where something like this.
She quickly ran to her room, flung open the closet, and began to dig through all her designer clothing. In the end, she decided on a tight, green tank top that partly showed her black Victoria Secret bra underneath, a pair of tight, ripped, Guess jeans, and black stilettos. She also added her Grandmother's jade necklace along with the jade earrings that Ian Kabra had given her last Christmas.
After she took a shower and dried her hair, she pulled on her clothes and wore her jewelry.
Amy stared at herself in the mirror. Now I really look like I'm going on a date. She glanced at the clock. 3:35. I only took about 15 minutes. Not bad...
She ran back to the living room, or did her best in stilettos, just as Dan and Nellie entered the room.
"Woah! Nice bra dude," Dan smiled at his big sister.
"Shut up Dan," Amy blushed red.
"Where are you going anyway?" Nellie asked, gazing at the clock. "It's only 4:00."
"I have a date. He has baseball at six and he really wanted to go see a movie before we left for the summer," Amy replied, surprised how easy lying had come to her. "I'll be back around 5. Don't worry,"
She grabbed her Prada handbag from the sofa, though she wasn't even sure why it was here since she always keeps it in her bedroom, and sped out the door.
"Wait! Who is the dude?" Dan screamed as she left. But Amy didn't reply. She started the car and drove as fast as the speed limit would allow her.
