Undercover

You're Fired

"Sweetie, we're going to the grocery store to buy groceries," my mom called. She was in the kitchen, while I was in the game room playing my new game GTA 5. Dad got it for me. I nodded and realized that they couldn't see me so I answered. "Okay. But be careful because that's where Marlon's Pub is and there is always someone getting killed there," I said, more than worried.
I heard them chuckle before the door opened. "Don't worry. We'll be fine. Just close the doors and windows and do not let anyone in until we come back. Do you hear me?" Dad lectured.

"Yes, Dad."

And the door closed after they left. Never to return.

"Ms. Stewart," my maid, Hannah woke me. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and did a very unladylike yawn. My eyes widened as I realized when I yawned I smelt my morning breath. I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush out of the case it belonged to and squeezed some toothpaste on it. Then I brushed my teeth.

After I finished I walked out of the bathroom to my bedroom and plopped down on my queen-sized bed. "I'm so sorry about that Hannah. I-" I started to apologize but Hannah waved her hand infront of her dismissively.

"Its okay," she said. "I saw the way you widened your eyes because you-" she said. She stopped mid sentence and burst out in fits of laughter. I shook my head in embarrassment before walking to my closet and picked out my grey work uniform. I have it in pink, brown and black as well.

I threw it on my bed and went to my drawer for my undergarments and stockings. I threw them on the bed too then used my feet to pull my grey jimmy choo out.

Making sure I pulled it out far enough, I went to the bathroom again to shower.

When I was done dressing, I made my way to the kitchen. Reminded me of when my parents were alive.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts, strolling to the island to take a seat. I clenched my jaw and formed my hands into a fist. "Ms. Stewart? Are you okay?" Hannah asked, looking slightly scared. I nodded. She didn't know that the infamous Peter and Natasha Stewart was my parents.

No one did and it was gonna stay that way until someone found out I dyed my hair. That these were fake glasses and that I wore a wig just incase the dyed hair wasn't enough to hide my identity from the public but I wasn't the one who was gonna tell them. I only took it off when I showered or when I gave Hannah a week off.

"You are not okay Ms. Stewart. Whats wrong?" She asked concerned. She was in her late 40s but still looked young. And she was very noble, kind and generous. But most of all trustworthy.

"I'm fine, really. I just...got a few things to work on," I told her. And it was true. I had to go to the gym later. To work on my strength and then practice my fighting skills.

"So. Breakfast, hmm quiche," I said happily, looking down at my plate. "You sure do make 'em good," I told her. She blushed and started to play with her hands. "So, Hannah. Whats going on between you and-Kirk?" I asked, grinning wickedly.

She widened her eyes and looked at me. Her face looked like a tomato by now. Her eyes twitched and so did her nose. "Wh-uh, you're gonna be late for work," she said. I widened my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall near to the refrigerator and it indeed was a little late for me.

I leaped out of my seat and ran to my room to get my hand bag. I checked for everything and they were there. My keys, my phone, my parents picture, money and safety kit. Then I rushed back downstairs to the living room "See you later Hannah. And I might be a little late so make yourself some dinner and knock yourself out. Anywhere, even on my bed," I yelled. Then I rushed to my Grey Honda Civic.