Chapter 5
Abigail smirked, and picked up her cell phone, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. As she dialed the phone, she looked down at Berto's motionless body on the floor. She almost felt bad; he had been nice to her, but then again, so had her employer. The phone rang twice before a man picked up.
"John Dread here."
"John it's me."
"Abigail dear, it's nice to hear your voice again. I trust everything went as planned?"
"Of course."
"Good. I'll meet you at base as soon as I get everything wrapped up over here."
"Understood."
"See you soon." Abigail hung up the phone and exited the building, walking through the halls with her head down, still playing the part of the nervous intern. When finally she made it to her car, she sighed with relief. So, she thought as she laughed to herself, those three years of acting school Grandfather insisted on were actually worth something. She smiled. Her grandfather was a smart man. He had never let her down.
Driving to the house she had rented, she went in and changed her clothes. Instead of the skin-tight uniform she had been forced to wear the last few weeks, she changed into black leather pants and along with a blouse of the same color. Instead of the flat-bottom boots she had been wearing, she now put on a pair of black high heels. She took off the glasses she had worn as a prop, and applied black eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. When she was finally done, she stepped back and stared at her reflection, sighing with happiness. She had gone around in her N'Tek uniform, glasses, and no makeup for such a long time to fit the part she had to play. On her N'Tek profile, she had said she was 17, while in reality she was really 23. Now, looking like her 23 year-old self again, she went into the garage and got into her black Mercedes. She had missed the car. While at N'Tek, she had driven a gray Dodge Camry instead of her beloved Mercedes.
On the way out of the garage, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. She loved how she looked in her all-black outfit. She had a thing for the color black. For one thing, it looked better with her hair color. For another, it was her Grandfather's favorite color as well. When he had the Mercedes custom-built for her, he had chosen black as the color. He wore black most of the time too.
Driving into the sun caused her to squint, so she picked up her sunglasses from the seat next to her. They were the same pair as her grandfather had. In fact, she had bought them for him a long time ago. There was a picture of the two of them together with their sunglasses on his desk. To show his granddaughter how much he loved her, John Dread never took the sunglasses off.
Well, it was suggested that I should've described Abigail better, so I did. I'm putting out another chapter with this one, so this one is short. My computer's been having some problems with its internet connection though, so sometimes things take a while to kick in. Did I do better on the grammar this time? Not one of my best subjects. Feedback welcome, as always.
Abigail smirked, and picked up her cell phone, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. As she dialed the phone, she looked down at Berto's motionless body on the floor. She almost felt bad; he had been nice to her, but then again, so had her employer. The phone rang twice before a man picked up.
"John Dread here."
"John it's me."
"Abigail dear, it's nice to hear your voice again. I trust everything went as planned?"
"Of course."
"Good. I'll meet you at base as soon as I get everything wrapped up over here."
"Understood."
"See you soon." Abigail hung up the phone and exited the building, walking through the halls with her head down, still playing the part of the nervous intern. When finally she made it to her car, she sighed with relief. So, she thought as she laughed to herself, those three years of acting school Grandfather insisted on were actually worth something. She smiled. Her grandfather was a smart man. He had never let her down.
Driving to the house she had rented, she went in and changed her clothes. Instead of the skin-tight uniform she had been forced to wear the last few weeks, she changed into black leather pants and along with a blouse of the same color. Instead of the flat-bottom boots she had been wearing, she now put on a pair of black high heels. She took off the glasses she had worn as a prop, and applied black eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. When she was finally done, she stepped back and stared at her reflection, sighing with happiness. She had gone around in her N'Tek uniform, glasses, and no makeup for such a long time to fit the part she had to play. On her N'Tek profile, she had said she was 17, while in reality she was really 23. Now, looking like her 23 year-old self again, she went into the garage and got into her black Mercedes. She had missed the car. While at N'Tek, she had driven a gray Dodge Camry instead of her beloved Mercedes.
On the way out of the garage, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. She loved how she looked in her all-black outfit. She had a thing for the color black. For one thing, it looked better with her hair color. For another, it was her Grandfather's favorite color as well. When he had the Mercedes custom-built for her, he had chosen black as the color. He wore black most of the time too.
Driving into the sun caused her to squint, so she picked up her sunglasses from the seat next to her. They were the same pair as her grandfather had. In fact, she had bought them for him a long time ago. There was a picture of the two of them together with their sunglasses on his desk. To show his granddaughter how much he loved her, John Dread never took the sunglasses off.
Well, it was suggested that I should've described Abigail better, so I did. I'm putting out another chapter with this one, so this one is short. My computer's been having some problems with its internet connection though, so sometimes things take a while to kick in. Did I do better on the grammar this time? Not one of my best subjects. Feedback welcome, as always.