Part I: Chapter VI

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Chapter VI

Aaron


"Wake up, Aaron. Celine is waiting for us," he said for about the fifth time since waking me. I still refused to move.


For some reason, Red was incapable of wrapping his vibrantly colored head around the fact that we work the night shift. And since we work the night shift, we sleep through the day so that we have enough energy to work said night shift.


"If you don't get out of bed I will drink this coffee myself."


Somehow I found myself at my door, placing my thumb on the scanner and allowing the white door to slide open. Jasper Allen stood in the corridor, his red hair a mess as usual and his gray eyes unnecessarily cheerful as he stared at me.


"Hello," he chirped, extending his arm with my coffee. I took it, chugging its contents before reaching the energy level required to great him.


"Morning," I grumbled, rubbing the grogginess from my eyes.


"Aaron, it's one in the afternoon." 


I shrugged. 


"Now, could you please hurry and look presentable so we can meet Céline. Her break is almost over."


Tilting the cup, I washed my gaze over him, passing my eyes over the red sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. "You woke me to see her?" I hissed after the long pause in conversation.


"She's our friend, Aaron," he sighed.


"She works the day shift. She betrayed me."


"All the spots in the night shift were full."


Turning away from him, I returned to the messy inside of my room.


"Don't be sour. Now go get ready. And make it quick."


Blatantly ignoring him, I placed the now empty mug in the sink and ripped the clothes from my body. Immediately, Red went silent as I almost nakedly walk through the room.


Within moments, I turned towards him once more, my body covered by a black sweatshirt similar to his own and gray sweatpants. 


"You look homeless," Red stated bluntly.


"Thank you."


"You can't walk around an information security agency looking like a bum, Aaron."


"I can and I will," I shot back, waking towards the still open door and shoving my hands into the warmth of my pockets.


"You aren't even wearing shoes!" I ran out the door, bolting down the corridor and towards the elevator.

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