I'm Stuck in a room

Tomorrow came and not a single soul has entered the room I am now stuck in. I did not get fed, so now I'm hangry.

Don't mess with a girl who hasn't eaten in two days.

I have no new clothes I can change to, and it is incredibly hot in the room. No air conditioning. Could the boss not spend some of his budget on getting some air flowing in this hotbox. Is he that poor? It doesn't seem so as the room itself seems luxurious with LV soap and Gucci towels. Hmm...I bet he's conceited. Why spend money on things when it can be spent on food. Ok, I'm just too hungry to think of anything but food at the moment. Either way, I am now focused on getting food.

What sucks about this room is that it doesn't have any windows and I feel like a prisoner...well, I guess I technically am a prisoner, but I don't treat myself as one.

For example, what prisoner would be able to easily escape the room they are locked in?

Well of course that's me. I'm usually a patient person, but food is the only thing on my mind.

I have sharp hearing senses and can tell that there are no people near my door. I use the bobby pin in my hair to unlock the door. Dang, this kind of feels like an adventure. I'm not in danger, but being stuck in a room doesn't seem like much fun. Why not explore?

I'm not very on edge when I step out of the room, and the cool breeze that hits me calms me. I start walking towards wherever my heart tells me to go. At the same time, I'm making sure I don't get seen by people or cameras, and that I don't set off any sensors.

The building I'm in seems very grand and screams the word rich.

I suddenly smell heavenly food and follow the aroma.

As I approach what I'm assuming is the kitchen, I hear voices that are familiar.

"Seems like everything is okay now. Boss isn't too mad that we wasted fuel yesterday on getting some random girl."

"Oh shoot, that girl. Shouldn't we feed her?'

"Her? She should still be under drugs. Plus, if she starves, so what?"

"Yeah, you're right."

HAHA, I internally laugh. Little do they know I woke up from their drugs more than 36 hours ago. But their carelessness on letting anyone who isn't important starve only confirms my thoughts about how they are not easy people to deal with. They seem like danger. I should probably escape soon, I think. Gotta get back to my vacation.

I wait until the voices in the kitchen fade away before I edge my way into the room. I see a camera and use a pebble on the ground to disable it. It quickly shuts off. I enter the kitchen and see loads of food out in the open. I grab the things people would most likely not eat, in order for it to not be noticed and as I'm about to head back to my personal prison, I get lucky enough to spot a computer. I grab that too and hope that whoever owns the cheap thing thinks he lost it.

Once I'm back, I stuff the food into my mouth and open the ancient computer. Unlocking the computer barely takes any effort. When I was in training, everyone had to take a hacking class. Although I found the class extremely boring, I had to make sure I was at the top of the class. Getting second in anything is a big no no for me. Anyways, the hacking skill pays off in times like these. I find out that I'm on a tropical island somewhere near Polynesia.

I wanted to be on a beach, but not here. So frustrating, I think while pouting.

I manage to get a blueprint of the buildings on this Island. I find out that it's privately owned, but by whom is classified. Even the top hackers in the world would have trouble getting this classified information and sadly my skills don't reach that high class. Guess once I get back, I'll have to study a bit.

Next, I send a message to my manager that I've had some trouble and won't be too sure if I'll be able to come back to the agency in time. I can already imagine the scolding I'll get, especially since my manager treats me like a child, Come on, 20 isn't too young, but being the youngest assassin sure does have it's negative aspects.

I lay down on the bed for hours trying to think of my escape plan. The only problem for me would be getting out of the actual Island since I'll need keys to start a boat or plane. Hmm, guess some sorry weak man or screamy girl will have to become a hostage.

Just as I'm about to go to sleep, I feel the vibrations of footsteps approaching.

Time to become an actress again. Guess I'm sleeping beauty now.