Chapter 8 – Glass

If I didn't know better, I'd would think my mother had an ironic sense of humour.

Or again it could be one big coincidence.

She came back according to herself to be my mother. On the day I buried the one person I considered to be a surrogate mother to me. Emily Sloane. The woman who I considered to be a close friend of mine but also to my mother.

That day was so full of conflicting emotions. Love and hate. Gain and Loss.

All different emotions all at once.

But all that meant nothing when I had to see mother again.

I would of preferred it to have been of my own doing instead of it being forced on me by Kendall.

But at least me and Mom were finally on a level playing field.

But this doesn't stop her being a terrifying presence to be in front of.

I have heard stories from other agents, contacts I have who have meet her about how much she scares them but at least that don't have her scolding them like they were still 5 years old.

But at least I got a kind of retaliation for that.

"Let's get something clear. You are not my mother. My mother was Laura Bristow. Laura Bristow died in a car accident twenty-one years ago. You are a traitor and a prisoner of the United States government"

Irina turned away a look of smugness on her face.

"Look at me! We will interact only when necessary. You will address me as "Agent Bristow" and answer only the questions I ask. There will be no personal anecdotes, no comments about my job performance, no condolences or congratulations. Do you understand me?"

Irina's face stayed emotionless as usual.

"Do you understand" Sydney said trying to see if her point had got across.

"Yes... Agent Bristow."

Sydney happy with the answer she had received turned and left, she had just gone away when a smile played over Irina's face.

At first I thought I had hurt her feelings, that maybe I had took it a bit to far. But that was until I saw the tape of that conversation and saw her smile after I had left.

That made me make the decision that I would never be able to understand who she is exactly. She was happy that I had told her off.

But that whole situation didn't last long.

It was so simple to slip in to calling her Mom instead of Derevko and to let her call me Sydney. It just seems natural to do so.

But then I still thought she was the only bad guy in my life that was until I found out about my father.

And what my mother knew about it herself.