The Lie
The air inside the airplane was stale. The plane was about to take off on its way to Ottawa. Ella was seated. She was comfortably alone. “Ahh, peace and quiet.”
Then her arch-rival, Olivia Anderson, came walking down the aisle. Olivia was a cruel, rude, and thoughtless person.
“Please don’t sit beside me, please don’t sit beside me,” Ella muttered to herself as she crossed her fingers.
Olivia looked at her ticket and sat right beside Ella. Ella let out a groan but tried to hold it in so nobody would hear her.
“Oh, if it isn’t Ella Campbell,” said Olivia.
“Hmm,” said Ella, putting on a fake smile.
“How are things? Not that you have anything interesting in your life. Have you got a job yet? I know how hard it is to get jobs, especially for people in your field. Have you heard I’m the new director of marketing for my company?” said Olivia.
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I have an amazing job. Nobody knows about it,” Ella lied.
“Sure,” said Olivia sarcastically. “Let me in. What is this ‘secret job’?”
“Well, um, um . . . I’m a . . . um,” Ella stuttered, “I’m a spy!”
“A what?” questioned Olivia.
“A spy,” repeated Ella. Ella usually didn’t like to lie, but she had no job and didn’t want to be humiliated by Olivia. “I watch the subject, take notes, and give them to my team. I have the most important and dangerous job of all spies.”
“Wow,” said Olivia in shock, “I didn’t expect that from you.”
The rest of the plane ride was quiet between Olivia and Ella.
Twenty minutes later, the plane began its descent.
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