Misinterpretation or a Cunning scheme? I

Srance International Airport, Srance.

Jonquil's 5 inch black heels clacked on the white glossy floor until she halted and crossed her arms. Looking at the luggage bag that was that passed the x-ray baggage scanner and was already rolling slowly towards her through the conveyor belt.

Once her luggage stopped moving, a sigh silently followed as well. Jonquil reached out for the luggage before walking out of the security checking, heading towards the boarding terminal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Flight H380 to Hillinger. We are currently second in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately 10 minutes. Please fasten your seat belt." The air attendant announced and Jonquil felt anxiety taking up her whole. She was seated on an aisle seat. She drew in a long breath before she gave in and leaned on the seat. Closing her eyes, Jonquil recalled what had happened in the past few hours.

8 hours ago.

Jonquil batted her long eyelashes as she tried her best to adjust her eyesight. All she could comprehend was a pitch black blinded environment. As soon as her senses worked, she felt her arms resting on something metallic. Frowning, Jonquil drifted her head, looking around. But all she was greeted with was a gush of chilly cold air than made her skin form goosebumps all over her body.

Air conditioner?

Yes, this room has an air conditioner. But why the hell is everything so dark? The only thing she understood was that the metallic matter under her arms was arm rests and Jonquil was seated in a chair. She couldn't even see where she was. All she knew was that no one seemed to be with her. It was quiet, so quiet the silence made her heartbeats sounded so much louder in her ears. Where was she? How long had she been unconscious? The most confusing thing was she wasn't tied. If the enemies kidnapped her, wouldn't they at least tie her knowing she outsmarted most of the top agents in her agency?

A frown followed again as Jonquil felt her head getting heavier. Massaging her temples, memories from the last time she was conscious resurfaced in her mind. A pen drive. The empty files. The mess. The waiter. The waiter injecting a needle; her knocking him out. Her getting dizzy as she fell on the floor. The man with the peculiar logo engraved on his shoes standing in front of her before her vision went black.

Jonquil gasped in overwhelming misery. She couldn't breathe. Fucking hell, how could she let herself fall into a trap like this? This situation was the worst. If this was the enemy's den, the surviving rate for her would be 2% only if luck was on her side. Other than that, she was unarmed with a weak health condition.

Suddenly, light emerged and blinded her immediately. Jonquil's headache reached its peak. Whining in pain, she held her temple as she tried to adjust and see what actually happened.

Someone walked in, opening the door. The person's gaze was fixated on Jonquil, who was currently struggling with her sight.

"You're awake."

A familiar voice pierced through Jonquil's ears as she shot up her head. Trying to comprehend if she really was hearing right or not.

"Supervisor Gwen?" She ignored her tormenting headache pain as she looked at the black silhouette with creased brows forming.

And what it seemed like a blink of time, it enlightened the black blinded room with lights. Soon there was no corner in that room, which remained in the dark.

"Your dedicated yourself to work these past 5 years. So much that you immediately got that it's me. C'mon Jonquil, I said just two words on god." Gwen walked over where Jonquil was seated, smiling.

"You never fail to impress me, Jonquil." There were several metallic chairs put together in a side. Gwen pulled one of them and sat just in front of Jonquil.

Jonquil didn't understand. She met 53-year-old Gwenille Richards as her supervisor agent, five years ago after entering SEG. Since then, this old lady has been nothing more than a mother to her. Gwen tried to be there for her whenever Jonquil was in her low. The newly found a bond with Gwen was beyond questioning. Therefore, what was this right now?

"Where am I right now, Gwen?" Jonquil asked firmly, keeping her eyes right on the old woman's.

"SEG Srance Quarters." Gwen replied almost immediately as she lifted a corner of her lips.

Listening to her answer, Jonquil felt somewhat an immense burden was taken away from her. Heaving out a big breath, Jonquil could understand what it meant to be relieved again.

"Why send a spy to bring me here in such a 'misinterpreting and inappropriate' way, Gwen?"

"Jonquil, the thing is." Gwen paused in between her words. "We never sent a spy to locate and bring you here, in whatever way you said was misinterpreting and inappropriate."

"What the-" Jonquil's jaws were dropped, her eyes widened, she looked devastatingly confused. "It doesn't make any sense. If you didn't send someone to kidnap me, how come I ended up in a dark room, sitting here in this chair?"

"You were fou-" Gwen felt her phone vibrating inside her long coat pocket. Taking out her phone, Gwen's casual expression turned sour.

"Sorry, Jonquil, I really need to take this call. It's the higher ups. How about we get dinner after you freshen up? We'll talk then, okay? Natasha will get you to your cabin." Giving her an apologetic look, Gwen got up and left the room with her phone slammed against her ears.

Utter confusion and shock were an understatement of what Jonquil was feeling at that moment.

After Gwen left the room, Jonquil got off the chair as well. Her hips weren't hurting. They seated her for a long amount of time, didn't they? If they did, the physical reactions would have been shown. But she felt astonishingly light headed and fresh.

Glancing around, she remembered that this was a room in the staff quarters. She had been here once 2 years ago.

"Srance Bureau, huh?" She quietly mumbled and left the room as well.