Chapter
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Vaughn's POV
I ignore other agents' stares in the kitchen, I go to see the chef.
"Hi, I was wondering if I could borrow a grater and a small knife". And he looks at me. I could tell he wants to say something.but
"Yes, of course". OK.now I get it. He thinks a CIA agent doesn't know how to use a greater and knife. Ha!!! I'll show you that you are completely wrong. well, may be not completely but. I'm sure it's easier than hitting a target with a gun.
So he shows me where I can do my little cooking and gives me a greater and a knife.
Hum. now I wash my hand, the mug and lemons. do I need wash ginger as well?
It seems. making a cup of ginger-lemon tea is a bit more challenging than cooking Donovan's food. Hang on. I need to peel off this sticker which is on the mug. I don't want to give her a mug with a sticker on it. This is really annoying. but I carefully peel it off. Ha! Look at this. I'm a CIA agent and can do anything!
Now I pick up a lemon and cut it half. Then I squeeze it and put the juice into the mug. Oh, No!! The seeds dropped into the mug. I need a folk to get them out! Surly she doesn't want to eat them. Oh, my dear mother. I need her. right now!
I managed to pick these seeds out and now I am attacking this ginger. I need to peel off the skin with knife. but this is very small ginger. I don't want to peel of my finger skin accidentally. Should I call help for the chef or should I keep my dignity as a CIA agent?
I'm looking at the ginger, then suddenly the chef appears and rescues me, saying
"Do you need any help? I don't have to do any cooking right now."
"Yeah, I'm just making a cup of ginger-lemon tea. I'll be grateful if you could grate this ginger and put it into this mug while I heat up these soup" and now again. he is looking at me like I'm the thickest person on the planet. Yeah, I admit, I don't know how to make chicken soup. and I bought four different chicken soups!! So what? It's for Sydney!
I borrow four small source pans and heat up all of them at once. I think I'm kind of lucky because if I'm at home, there is no way I can heat up four different soups at same time.
Now he finishes the ginger and I turn down the heat. Now I ask the chef to look out for these soups and I go to get the first aid box.
I put every thing on the trolley, the first aid box, fruits, a small bottle of hot chocolate, the mug cup and two packs of medicine.
Now I go to the room where I can listen to the conversation between the staff and customers on the phone.
Then suddenly, I hear a familiar voice, a voice of my mystery lady, the lady who makes my life so unique and special.
I go back to the kitchen and prepare for my departure.
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Sydney's POV.
I pick up the phone to call the room service. I cannot eat anything. I just want to sleep and never wake up.
"This is room service. May I help you?" The woman's voice.
"Yeah, could you send someone to pick up these dishes?" if there is no CIA, I would just leave it as it is.
"Of course Ms. Your room number is 407?"
"Yes" that's all I can manage to say.
"We will send the room service right away." And she hangs up.
I want to take these pain killers but I just don't want to move at all and I don't have energy to go through my suit case. I just hope it won't get worse.
As Vaughn's touch reminded me of my dad. I start thinking about my dad.
How much he changed after my mother 'died'. I don't really remember how we were before my mother died but I remember my dad used to be a warm and 'real dad' to me. that kind of dad you just fall in love with.
Once, my dad told me that I loved to come to the park where I rode the carousel. Actually when I got home after meeting with my dad at the park, I looked through my picture box and found a couple of pictures of me riding it. And there were pictures of me and my dad, not many but there were a few of them. I don't even remember taking these pictures.
In these pictures, my dad's eyes were full of happiness, warmth and love. Especially one of them was picture of him hugging me from back.
I think. he loved me at that time.
Why don't I remember anything about him? I don't have memory of him. I only imagined about my mum. how wonderful she would have been if she was alive. how stupid I was.
I recently realised that he has been in this business much longer than me. How has he coped? I have been in this business for only one and half years and it's killing me from inside. I can barely keep my saneness. I don't know how many times I have lost myself. how many times I was going to give up living like this.
How many times I wished I hadn't been born. After all, I was created by a mistake of two screwed persons. but. probably my dad has many reasons to be like that.
My dad must have been living in the hell for a long time. how has he survived?
If I didn't have Vaughn, how much miserable my life would have been. has my dad had anyone to trust, like I started to trust Vaughn?
I cannot think of any. if that's the truth, how has he survived this life on his own?
Thinking about Vaughn. he is here. I hear the knocks on the door. I try to get up but my body is like a big stone. after all, I might have a fever.
I manage to get the door and open it and his warm smile appears. I take a deep breath and smell his air. smell of his presence. which makes me smile even though I'm exhausted this much, he can make me smile. He is the only person who can do that to me.
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Vaughn's POV
I ignore other agents' stares in the kitchen, I go to see the chef.
"Hi, I was wondering if I could borrow a grater and a small knife". And he looks at me. I could tell he wants to say something.but
"Yes, of course". OK.now I get it. He thinks a CIA agent doesn't know how to use a greater and knife. Ha!!! I'll show you that you are completely wrong. well, may be not completely but. I'm sure it's easier than hitting a target with a gun.
So he shows me where I can do my little cooking and gives me a greater and a knife.
Hum. now I wash my hand, the mug and lemons. do I need wash ginger as well?
It seems. making a cup of ginger-lemon tea is a bit more challenging than cooking Donovan's food. Hang on. I need to peel off this sticker which is on the mug. I don't want to give her a mug with a sticker on it. This is really annoying. but I carefully peel it off. Ha! Look at this. I'm a CIA agent and can do anything!
Now I pick up a lemon and cut it half. Then I squeeze it and put the juice into the mug. Oh, No!! The seeds dropped into the mug. I need a folk to get them out! Surly she doesn't want to eat them. Oh, my dear mother. I need her. right now!
I managed to pick these seeds out and now I am attacking this ginger. I need to peel off the skin with knife. but this is very small ginger. I don't want to peel of my finger skin accidentally. Should I call help for the chef or should I keep my dignity as a CIA agent?
I'm looking at the ginger, then suddenly the chef appears and rescues me, saying
"Do you need any help? I don't have to do any cooking right now."
"Yeah, I'm just making a cup of ginger-lemon tea. I'll be grateful if you could grate this ginger and put it into this mug while I heat up these soup" and now again. he is looking at me like I'm the thickest person on the planet. Yeah, I admit, I don't know how to make chicken soup. and I bought four different chicken soups!! So what? It's for Sydney!
I borrow four small source pans and heat up all of them at once. I think I'm kind of lucky because if I'm at home, there is no way I can heat up four different soups at same time.
Now he finishes the ginger and I turn down the heat. Now I ask the chef to look out for these soups and I go to get the first aid box.
I put every thing on the trolley, the first aid box, fruits, a small bottle of hot chocolate, the mug cup and two packs of medicine.
Now I go to the room where I can listen to the conversation between the staff and customers on the phone.
Then suddenly, I hear a familiar voice, a voice of my mystery lady, the lady who makes my life so unique and special.
I go back to the kitchen and prepare for my departure.
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Sydney's POV.
I pick up the phone to call the room service. I cannot eat anything. I just want to sleep and never wake up.
"This is room service. May I help you?" The woman's voice.
"Yeah, could you send someone to pick up these dishes?" if there is no CIA, I would just leave it as it is.
"Of course Ms. Your room number is 407?"
"Yes" that's all I can manage to say.
"We will send the room service right away." And she hangs up.
I want to take these pain killers but I just don't want to move at all and I don't have energy to go through my suit case. I just hope it won't get worse.
As Vaughn's touch reminded me of my dad. I start thinking about my dad.
How much he changed after my mother 'died'. I don't really remember how we were before my mother died but I remember my dad used to be a warm and 'real dad' to me. that kind of dad you just fall in love with.
Once, my dad told me that I loved to come to the park where I rode the carousel. Actually when I got home after meeting with my dad at the park, I looked through my picture box and found a couple of pictures of me riding it. And there were pictures of me and my dad, not many but there were a few of them. I don't even remember taking these pictures.
In these pictures, my dad's eyes were full of happiness, warmth and love. Especially one of them was picture of him hugging me from back.
I think. he loved me at that time.
Why don't I remember anything about him? I don't have memory of him. I only imagined about my mum. how wonderful she would have been if she was alive. how stupid I was.
I recently realised that he has been in this business much longer than me. How has he coped? I have been in this business for only one and half years and it's killing me from inside. I can barely keep my saneness. I don't know how many times I have lost myself. how many times I was going to give up living like this.
How many times I wished I hadn't been born. After all, I was created by a mistake of two screwed persons. but. probably my dad has many reasons to be like that.
My dad must have been living in the hell for a long time. how has he survived?
If I didn't have Vaughn, how much miserable my life would have been. has my dad had anyone to trust, like I started to trust Vaughn?
I cannot think of any. if that's the truth, how has he survived this life on his own?
Thinking about Vaughn. he is here. I hear the knocks on the door. I try to get up but my body is like a big stone. after all, I might have a fever.
I manage to get the door and open it and his warm smile appears. I take a deep breath and smell his air. smell of his presence. which makes me smile even though I'm exhausted this much, he can make me smile. He is the only person who can do that to me.
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