Misinterpretation or a Cunning Scheme? III

Jonquil found Natasha outside the cafeteria, waiting for her. Seeing Jonquil stepping outside, Natasha abruptly straightened her back. Jonquil totally looked harmless, but her aura was something that made Natasha feel extremely intimidated.

"A-are you going back to your cabin, ma'am?" Her words almost came out as whispers, but Jonquil could hear her, anyway.

"No." Jonquil walked past her, making Natasha turn her head to look at Jonquil's back.

"Where do you want me to take you to, Ma'am?"

"The information room." A faint smirk played on her lips as she kept walking.

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Jonquil's expression turned sour the exact moment she locked the door after getting inside the information room. She dismissed Natasha, telling her she had a job in this room and that she could go back to her cabin her own so she didn't need Natasha anymore.

The room was dark, but there were small blue dim lights around the room, making everything quite visible. The room was enormous, filled with shelves made of steels and they stacked countless files one by one inside them.

Jonquil was planning to come here the moment she walked out of the bathroom back to her cabin. She had to find out information about those three reverse spies at any cost.

Looking around, Jonquil took out a mini torch out of her pocket. She found it lying around inside her side table's drawer. She swiftly went through all the files on the first few shelves. Her attention fell on the 6th shelf.

'Recruited Interns' She read the label.

Taking a few files, she caressed her eyes on the name labels.

'Jesul Kang' and 'Zhang Ling' caught her attention. She put all the files back before opening the selected files.

Their background, records, everything was...clean?

What the fuck?

Displeased with what Jonquil has found, she put the two files back in their places and kept on searching. Her major target was to dig up information on that cunning red head, Malice. That b*tch's name indeed goes well with herself.

Over 30 minutes went by and Jonquil kept on searching. But she came across absolutely nothing. Frustration grew up within herself and at last she let her rage burst out as she kicked the shelf she was inspecting on. Backing off she held her toes while she winced in pain.

She hated this situation.

She hated the fact that she was completely hopeless.

She hated they made the shelves out of steel, causing her to suffer in pain now.

Fuck, how badly she wanted to destroy the steel shelves right now.

When she was busy holding her toes, a file fell from the top shelf, landing right on her head.

"Ouch!" She fell on the floor with a thud. The file fell right beside her.

Gritting her teeth in exasperation, Jonquil attempted to take the file with her left hand. Her eyes widened when she couldn't. The file was exceptionally heavy. Making her other hand grip the file's corner, she was at last successful lifting the heavy, thick file.

Placing it right on her lap, Jonquil raised a brow, reading its label.

'Error File' ?

What?

She had her mini torch aimed that the file's content as she went through the pages. There were about 400 pages on the file, and all of them were….blank?

What the hell?

Jonquil's eyes stopped right on the last page.

"Can't wait to have my grand entrance in your life, :) - Mr…Spy?" Jonquil muttered the lines written on the last page as her forehead slowly formed lines.

What the actual hell?

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Sounds of two firm knocks filled the quiet atmosphere of the place. Jonquil was standing by the glass door to Gwen's office. It was past the midnight. Most of the supervisor agents were asleep as there were few lights illuminating the whole supervisor agent's desk area.

Jonquil could see Gwen was busy finishing up a piece of pineapple pie. How can she forget? Gwen was obsessed with pineapple pies.

Munching up the last bite, Gwen motioned her hands on the air, indicated Jonquil to come in.

"Siet Jonkqueal-" She told her to sit while chewing her food. Gwen went to her desk to get a glass of water while Jonquil took in the familiar place. Gwen was quite minimalist. Despite having such an enormous office, she decorated it with few lights, a big red sofa, few book shelves pinned on the wall, and a long desk, which contained her laptop and other belongings. After taking a seat on the familiar red sofa, Jonquil's gaze straight went to the woman in her early 50s.

"You went to the information room?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Gwen leaned on her table as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"I had to find out who actually those three reverse spies were, Gwen." Jonquil steadfastly answered with no delay. Which caused Gwen to raise a brow at her.

"Did you find anything useful?"

"No."

"You could've just asked me, silly." A trail of laughter followed as Gwen flashed a smile across her face before she approached Jonquil and sat beside her.

"That was Plan B, Gwen" Jonquil's eyes met her gaze, a hint of smirk danced on her lips.

"Anyway," Gwen pursed her lips and faced Jonquil. Putting her hands on Jonquil's shoulders, she gave her a firm shake and continued, "Jonquil, our most effective agent. I have received orders from the higher ups."

Jonquil instantly felt chills run down her spine. Her supervisor has talked with the higher ups about her? And they already had stated their thoughts on this situation?

"Okay-" She somehow muttered an answer. And Gwen carried on.

"There's good news and there's bad news."

"What's the bad news?" Jonquil asked.

"That there's no good news."

And Jonquil's heart sank in anxiety. A sudden stress welcomed her being. All she could do was look at Gwen hoping there's still little hope for her.

"You are getting a promotion as our first female field commander agent." Gwen said in a serious, low tone.

What? Wasn't that something to be happy about? Why did Gwen tell her that there was no good news? And promotion? She was getting promoted out of blu- "But!" Gwen's voice caught Jonquil before she could get inside her mind maze, "You have to join SEG after a year. The higher ups believes you need a break from the agency, so they want to compensate you with a year holiday leave for what has happened. They thought a year would be enough for you to freshen up and start here again."

Gwen watched Jonquil as her face went all white. Jonquil's eyes were widened with her lips parted. Her brain was still processing what she has just heard.

"I am so sorry Jonquil, I tried to make them understand how you will feel bad about having this vacation. I told them over and over how workaholic and work devoted you are. This is the only thing you love to do, and that you're an extreme perfectionist. This compensation will only stand as an insult to you. They didn't hear me and kept on insisting. A mere compensation request turned into orders, and now there's nothing I can do about it, dear." Gwen patted Jonquil's shoulders with her lips pursed. She couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Gwen got up and went to her desk to bring out something. "Here are your tickets to Hillinger. You flight is in 8 hours. Take this vacation as a chance to make yourself more flawless and strong. Don't feel insulted dear, the higher ups want the best for you." She said, while handing the flight tickets to her. Jonquil received them with a slow nod, absent-mindedly.

"Did...the higher ups know about the gun accident?" Jonquil finally uttered out what was bugging her inside.

"No, dear. The first time you messed a mission up, I covered it up for you in a way no one can suspect a thing. The higher ups don't have to clue about what happened 3 years ago. Don't worry, you will get back to the field a year later. It's not a big of a deal. Go enjoy your vacation."

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Jonquil's eyelashes batted as she heard the flight attendant announcing something. She had drifted to sleep as soon as the plane ascended. Her attention went to the blonde air hostess, who was standing right beside her, facing the entire crew.

They've successfully landed.