Job Description

                                    

                                          
"What!" I exclaimed looking dumbfounded at my dad and Mr. Frazzer. Then I started laughing,
                          
"You guys are joking, right?" I asked between my laughs.
                          
Both of them looked at me with so much seriousness that the intensity of my laughter started decreasing and ended after a few seconds.
                          
"But dad! I am only fourteen! No matter how cool it sounds to become a spy, the reality is absolutely dangerous!" I said in a panicked tone.
                          
"Oh come on Taylor, I am your dad, I won't risk your life. You don't have to do any sort of fighting, you just have to gather information." Dad said reluctantly, leaning back on the chair.
                          
"And who knows better than me about your capability of gathering information?" Mr. Frazzer said in such a way that keeping an eye on each and every activity of mine since the last one years is the most normal thing he ever did in his career.
                          
Yes, this guy was actually keeping an eye on me in the disguise of my P.E teacher and he thought that my ability to find out the personal information about my teachers and my school mates is perfect for making me a spy. My mom always said that curiosity kills the cat and now, there is no one better than me who is realizing that what it really meant.
                          
I looked at Mr. Frazzer with disgust and asked, "Why me out of all the other people?"
                          
"You see Taylor, you are very talented." He said while sipping his coffee in such a manner that we are just chatting about our everyday life here.
                          
I let out a sarcastic laugh and said with anger in my voice, "Me! Talented! Are you even in your senses! I am not good in any extracurricular activity, nor am I good in sports, my grades are also average. What made you think that I am talented!"
                          
"Talent doesn't have categories, Taylor." He said while getting up from his seat. He went in front of the shelves that were beside the sofas and pulled out a manila folder. He kept it beside the file that he had brought out from his drawer previously.
                          
"The file has your training schedule...." Mr. Frazzer said but I interrupted him,
                          
"Training schedule?"
                          
"Of course! We can't send someone without a primary training!" Mr. Frazzer said in a tone that it is an obvious thing.
                          
"What's in the manila folder?" I asked leaning back on my chair.
                          
Mr. Frazzer gave me a genuine smile and said, "Things of your interest."
                          
And then, it took a blink of an eye for me to grab the folder and empty its contents on the table. A bunch of photographs, blueprints, and papers with printed texts came out. I looked at Mr. Frazzer with a questioning expression.
                          
"Sacra International School, your school to be." Said Mr. Frazzer. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and looked at him and my dad.
                          
"You are sending me to Sacra?!" I asked with anger and confusion in my tone. Mr. Frazzer was about to speak but I was not done,
                          
"Hell no! I am not going there! That country... We were tortured..... remember... Haven't you studied our country's history!! Have you forgotten the struggle we went through to just get our basic rights and finally our independence from them half a century ago!!!! I haven't seen it but my grandparents did.....they are cruel. If you send me to Sacra I swear there will be at least 10 murders on the first day!" I finish my sentence, huffing and puffing with anger.
                          
Mr. Frazzer let out a heavy sigh and passed me a bottle of water, "Calm down Taylor, I understand you, but just listen to what I want to say."
                          
I emptied half of the bottle and looked at him, giving him a sign to say whatever he wants to tell me.
                          
He sighed and started, "First of all, this school is not in Sacra, it is in Soal, where your father is recently posted. Second, there are almost 20 Orlandian students studying in that school......"
                          
I opened but mouthed to say something but Mr. Frazzer stopped me, "Uh uh... Let me finish." And then there was a pause,
                          
"Third..."
                          
Then he looked at me, his serious expression changed into a more serious one.
                          
"What's the third one?" I ask with curiosity.
                          
He smirked and said, "The third point will give you a demonic satisfaction."