Cassy's Coverup by Samara (e manga reader .TXT) 📖

My name is Cassy James and I am no ordinary teenage girl. I don't go shopping with friends. I don't talk on the phone all day about boys and how cute they are. I hate make up and dressing up. I am an undercover agent and spy. I work for an agency, but I work alone because I love my space. I haven't cried since my parents were killed while they were on a mission when I was 9. That is when Mr. Peters took me in and taught me everything about this agency. I am now 16 and I am great in what I do. I am a pro in martial arts so don't mess with me. I might as well tell you what I look like. I have long black hair with smooth light peach colored skin. I am 5 feet 3, but don't take that as an advantage. I exercise everyday in the morning so i'm well fitted. Well, that is all u need to know about me and my life. If I tell you more, I will have to kill you.

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ring ring

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up and answered it.
"Hello?" I said groggily. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was 2 o' clock in the morning. This better be important. I usually wake up at 4.
"Cassy, time to wake up." the voice of Mr. Peters said. Mr. Peters is the boss of the agency. I wanted to ask why, but I know to never ask Mr. Peters a question.
"I'm up." Before I get to say bye, Mr. Peters hung up. Mr. Peters is like a father to me since he taught me everything I know, even though he never showed emotion. I got out of bed and went into my bathroom. I live alone in this condo in New York. Well, actually, Mr. Peters own this condo, but he let me live here every since I lost my parents. He always checked up on me, but he helped me learn to take care of myself. I got in the shower and took a nice hot shower. After that, I just put on a tank top and some sweats with a jacket and left out. I got in my Jeep and drove off. Before I got to the agency, I stopped by Starbucks and got me a coffee and went to the agency. The agency is called Peters Inc. Mr. Peters actually runs a organization that helps young people. I go through the routine that I go through every day. I enter the building and Ms. Robertson, the front lobby clerk, greets me. As soon as I pass her, I go to the elevator for employees and do the eye scan. After the verification mode, where there is a wall, a piece of the wall come up and a button shows. When I click it, the elevator starts going down. Past the 1st floor and garage level and the elevator stops, It opens up and it leads to the secret agency that Mr. Peters owns that I am a part of. There are many agents walking walking by with papers. Phones are ringing off the hook and some agents are answering them. Everyone is practically busy. I walked to Mr. Peters office and knocked on the door. Instead of Mr. Peters saying come in, Jake opened up the door. I rolled my eyes as I walked in. Jake is Mr Peters' son and helper. Jake is 24 years old, yet he is always flirting with me. I am the only "kid" in this agency. All the other girls find him and his corny lines attractive, but I don't like anything about him.
"Hello Cassy." Mr. Peters said.
"Hello Mr. Peters. I got here as fast as I could because it sound like you needed me for something important..." Before I get to say anything else, Jake interrupted.
"Cassy, baby. You have to wait your turn. You see I was talking to my father first." Jake said.
"Well, I'm here now so get over it." Jake smiled and start checking me out.
"Don't deny that you want me. Have you ever heard of love at first sight?" He start getting closer to me.
"Have you ever heard of statutory rape?" That is when Jake start backing up, surrendering.
"Jake, get out of here and get to work." Mr. Peters said.
"Yes father." Jake said in in a mumble. Before he left, he turned around to me and winked at me and shut the door.
"Are you sure Jake is alright because i'm not sure he got the hint that I don't want him?" I asked. Mr. Peters laughed.
"Don't worry about him. Let's discuss what I need to talk to you about." he said. I sat down in the chair in front of Mr. Peters desk.
"First, I want you to know that you did good with the Simpson's case." That was the case I was assigned to. I had to go undercover as an orphan in the Simpson's foster home. There was people saying that Mr. Simpson was raping and sexually assaulting his teenage orphan girls. I was there to bust Mr. Simpson and his family.
"Thank you." I said.
"Also Mr.Johnson is doing okay. He just have a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder after your attack." I blushed once Mr. Peters said that
"I'm so sorry. That was an accident. I didn't know he was there undercover as another perv foster parent. As soon as he touched me, I had to protect myself."
"Don't worry, Cassy. He knows you're sorry and that you didn't know anything about him."
"Okay, so that's all you need to tell me?"
"So far, yes. I will call you when I need you."
I left out of Mr. Peters office and went to my cubicle. I have to admit that I am kind of mad that Mr. Peters called me and woke me up to tell me I did a good job on my last mission. But, I'm glad to hear that because you barely hear those words coming from Mr. Peters. I just can't wait until my next mission.

I'm just sitting there and Becky walks over from her desk in front of Mr. Peters office. More trouble coming my way. Becky is new here and so far, she wasn't sent on any mission. She is the same age as Jake. Somehow, Becky don't like me. She is either jealous that someone younger than her has already been sent on many missions. There are rumors that Becky likes Jake so she could be mad that Jake pays attention to me more than her, even though she flirt with him everyday. Becky leans against the doorway of my cubicle and smirks at me.
"So, what was you and Mr. Peters talking about?" she asked. Did I ever mention that she is nosy as hell too?
"None of your business." For a second, Becky blue eyes went cold, but she smiled.
"Well guess what?"
"I don't really care, Becky."
"I heard Mr.Peters talking about how he have some news for me before you came in today."
"Didn't you hear me say I don't care?" Becky ignored me and kept talking.
"I'll bet he is finally assigning me to a mission. And when he do, Jake will finally notice me and forget all about you." She flipped her blonde hair aside. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care. You will be doing me a favor by doing that."
"I know you will be jealous, Cassy. You are used to boys following you because you're beautiful with your long silky black hair and your girly figure and your hazel eyes." I could tell Becky was getting mad while saying that, but she calmed down. I couldn't help to smile a little because Becky found me as a threat. But I turned back to serious.
"Yes, I am sooo jealous." I said sarcastically. The daily headache I get everyday from Becky is coming. I can feel it.
"Well, thanks for sharing your dreams and all. I wish I could stay, but I have to do something." Next thing I know, Jake comes over. What the... is it come mess with Cassy day?

"Hey girls." Jake said. 
"Hey." Becky said all sweet while twirling her hair with her finger. I rolled my eyes. My headache is getting bigger.
"I know ya'll talking about me."
"No." When I said that, Becky said something over my no.
"Yes. We were just talking about how you are better than any other male agent in here." Becky grabbed Jake's arm, but he shoved her had away. Why did this girl just lie. I got to get out of here.
"Well, I will just let you two love birds enjoy each other's company. I have some practicing to do." I aid. I went to my desk and got my gun from it. I am a pro at the gun, but it don't help to practice some more. You don't know if you have to try it on some one or some people. I turned to Jake and Becky as I that thought came to mind. I know I can't do that, but I can dream can't I?

I walked off to the gun room. I looked around to make sure no one was watching before I went and put pictures of Becky and Jake's faces on the faces on the cardboard people. As soon as I set up my gun, I start shooting. The more I shot at the "people", the better I felt. It was like the real thing, but better. Since I had the earphones on to block out the sounds, I didn't hear anyone enter. All I know is that I feel someone touch my shoulder, so to defend myself, I quickly turned the gun around and I see I'm pointing the gun at Debra, my only friend in this business. She held up her hand quickly. I lower the gun and took off the earphone. 

"Sorry. You startle me." I said

"Everything seem to startle you. Did Mr. Peters tell you about the new case yet?" she asked

"No. Did he tell you?"

"Nope. Thats why I asked you. Becky told me that Mr. Peters have to talk to her about something. She is getting so excited."

"Why?"

"She think Mr. Peters going to assign her to a mission. I wonder if she right."

"She not. Besides, she probably won't last long on the mission." I laugh

"You right." Debra look at the cardboard people and took the picture off. 

"Really?"

"What? They pissed me off."

"Okay. Whatever you say?" I roll my eyes and we left out the gun room and went back to the office. Becky was jumping up and down. When she saw me, she ran to me. 

"In your face. I got a mission!" she said

"Maybe we have spoken too soon." Debra whispered to me

"You think." I whispered back. I turn to Becky. "What mission."

"Look for yourself." Becky said as she handed me a file. I look through it. This rich girl named Lucy, have people after her and her father. I