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"She'll get around, don't worry." Raphael said as he half smiled. Then, he took a deep breath as if he were getting ready to blow a house down like in the story of the three little pigs. "Do you enjoy working at R.O.S.S.? I mean, do you ever regret being an agent?"

"No, well, sometimes, especially at times like this. My mom sounded like she never wanted to speak to me again because I lied about my job. Although, I feel like I actually have a purpose in life since I get to help a lot of people and I can stop crimes. Why?"

"I don't know. I just never really thought of what life would be like if I wasn't an agent. It would be different. I would actually be living like a normal person. I would have friends and be closer to my family and neighbours. I wouldn't have to be just a spy--"

"You're not just a spy." Denella interrupted. "You're more than that, a lot more." Denella wanted to go on further, but the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. It was as if someone had cut out her tongue and she couldn't speak.

He smiled a shy smile as his face reddened. He turned away so Denella wouldn't see his face. Slowly he got up and helped Denella to her feet. Together they raced down the hill and to Raphael's car. The sun had already started to go down.

R.O.S.S. Headquarters, Belle City, 9:45a.m

The impatient feeling loomed over Denella and began to get inside of her as she waited for the elevator to come. There were so many people waited to go up and she started to get tired of waiting around. She stared at the people so hard as if she were trying to memorize their faces. Finally, she noticed a woman dressed formally in a lavender outfit. She was light skinned. The women had milk chocolate hair a little past her shoulders and a rough smile. She wore makeup that was barely noticeable and she had pink heels to match the small, pink and purple floral scarf that was tied around her neck. In her skinny, wrinkled hands held a small microphone. Denella then realized what all those people were doing here. They were reporters.

Denella slowly backed away and headed for the stairs, while trying not to get caught. Before she could get far, she heard someone coming behind her.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the boss. Do you know if a John Reed works here?" Said the voice of the annoying reporter dressed in lavender.