"Central Intelligence Agency, how may I-"
"My name is Agent Rhinehart, identification number 649732801. Connect me to Barnaby Cross immediately."
My foot tapped anxiously as I pressed the black plastic pay phone to my ear. The receptionist on the other end of the line fell silent. Oh, come on!
"Yes, I am a real operative. This isn't a prank phone call. Now, please, I need to speak to Mr. Cross."
Again, she didn't utter a word. I swore inwardly, kicking the ground impatiently like a child. Come on! Sorry I don't have my cell to call him directly. It's at the sorority. Damn skeptical receptionists.
"Mr. Cross is in a meeting at Capitol Hill right now, Agent Rhinehart. I can take a message of that-"
I hung up on her. Placing the phone into it's place, I swore under my breath. God dammit! Who do I call now?! Garret? Maybe... President McGallen? Hell, no! I scrolled through my mental library of contacts, my fingers hovering over the buttons of the pay phone. The only person I could call would be...well, Joshua. I made up my mind, typing the number and pressing the phone to my ear. It rang three times before someone answered.
"Micah, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need you."
I could practically hear the smile in my ex-boyfriend's voice as he responded.
"Meet me by the Prudential. Alone."
Then the line went dead.
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Weddings, Frat Boys, and Sorority Spies, Oh My!Teen Fiction
With college and a wedding approaching fast, will Joshua and Ember be able to stretch their relationship anymore than it already has been? Eighteen year old Ember Rhinehart couldn't have been happier when she returned to Washington DC from Los Angel...