Heathrow Airport is bathed in a dim autumn sun. I leave the Airport building and look around. Where the hell is Taylor? I'm frowning... I fully understand that he's a busy man, but we agreed...
- Agent Hedwig - I hear Jason's voice. I turn to him and look accusingly.
- Agent Dusk, - I pronounce dryly. Jason nods and leads me to the car.
My name is Anastacia Steele and I am a spy. I work for the United States and I'm here on business. More precisely, she flew to the funeral of her curator Grace Gray. She and her husband Carrick died a few days ago under very mysterious circumstances. Now all our agents are investigating this case. Grace was a prominent figure in our organization. At one time she replaced my mother.
- What is the state of affairs? I ask Taylor as we drive down the highway.
- If you do not take into account the death of the Grays, then everything is stable. We uncover conspiracy after conspiracy and keep the peace between England and the United States. Things have been too good lately, Taylor says. - And how are you?
- Fine, - I say. - Work, home and stuff like that...
- Anna, - Jason begins. - You need someone... to take care of you. What's wrong with trusting people?
Whenever I trusted someone, I was betrayed. The exception was Grace and Carrick, but now they are gone...
- Jay, we both know that I'm not good with people. Who will bear me? - I chuckle.
- Well... Mia for example, - Jason mentions Grace's youngest daughter and I smile involuntarily.
- How are they? - I'm interested. -All three?
- Mia is crying, Elliot is not talking, and Christian- Taylor sighs heavily.
-Drinking and fighting again? -I guess.
Jason nods. He brings me to my secret apartment where I usually stay when I visit London.
Stepping inside, I drop my duffel bag on the floor and collapse onto the bed. If I knew why I would fly here again... Tears well up in my eyes... Oh, Grace...
Late in the evening, when I went to bed, there was a persistent knock on my door. Cursing, I went to open it.
- I don't believe in God, I don't use cosmetics, - I grumble sleepily.
- Ana! - I hear Mia's cheerful voice. A little girl hangs around my neck. Elliot and Christian loom behind her. Elliot is a tall, awkward red-haired guy of about 16, and Christian is a handsome tall brunette with piercing gray eyes, the same age as his adopted brother.
- What are you doing here? - I say dumbfounded.
- Came to your guardian,- Elliot says.- Today they announced the will. According to him, you are appointed our guardian until we come of age.
What? I'm a spy, not a nanny! I watch Mia turn on the kitchen light and stare into the empty refrigerator with shocked eyes. Yes, they need to be fed!
I quickly dial the delivery number and order a pizza. You will need to learn how to cook or hire a cook. The second option seems more appropriate, but we'll see