I slammed the office door shut as I stepped into the cool, air-conditioned room. "Good morning, Sir," I greeted my boss, who was reading a package of papers. "I've got your Dunkin' Donuts Coffee, and the Sunday paper." I set them all down on his desk.
He glared at me through his glasses. "You're late."
"By one minute!" I groaned.
He flipped through the pages quickly. "Listen, Jeannette, I--"
"ALEXIS," I corrected him.
"Jeannette," he zei anyway, "I know how much u hate this job, but your brother zei that u really needed the money. Now, I'm giving u an opportunity for a promotion."
"Promotion?" I repeated. It sounded weird hearing it twice.
He nodded. "Here at Uncovering Disney, we have highly-trained special agents sent to Disney Manor to gather information about the Disney characters. With this promotion, u could be one of those people."
"Oh my GOD!" I screamed, jumping onto his desk. "I won't let u down, Mister. I'll be the best agent you've ever had!"
"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "I didn't say I was going to GIVE u the promotion. What I meant was that u have to EARN it."
My happiness faded. "How?"
He got out of his chair and looked out the window. "You see, getting into Disney Manor is everything BUT easy. A lot of my best spies were taken down trying to get in." He turned to me, his old eyes glinting. "If u could get into and out of the Manor without getting caught, I will give u that promotion, thus, giving u a very LARGE paycheck."
My eyes opened wide. "I'll take it."
"Great." He dug through one of the drawers and pulled out a yellow form. "Have a family guardian sign this, and we'll get u started tomorrow."
I gulped. "G-Guardian?"
"Yes. If anything should happen to you, I don't want my company shut down."
"But Mister--"
"Dismissed, Thomas!" He interrupted, going back to his work.
"Yes Sir," I zei meekly.
I clutched the paper in my hands, determined to rip it apart. Of course Mom wouldn't let me sign this, and neither would Dad.
I sighed and plunked into my spinning chair. I really needed this promotion--I would literally die if I stayed with this job.
I took a deep breath and folded the paper into my purse. It's either now of never.

I entered the house quietly, hoping nobody was home pagina yet. "Mom?" I called.
No answer.
Gratefully, I climbed up the stairs and to my room. I spilled out the contents of my portemonnee onto my bed, and tried to sort out my mind.
I needed to find a way to trick Mom into letting me be a secret agent. I imagined the scene in my my mind.
"Mom, my boss wants u to sign this form so I could get a promotion."
She takes it in her hands. "A promotion to become a SECRET AGENT? Absolutely not!"
She rips the paper in half and throws it into the toilet.
I shuddered. I was 100% sure that that was how she was going to react.
"SURPRISE!" screamed a voice.
"Gah!" I shrieked, falling off the bed.
Victoria giggled. "It's just me, silly." She hopped onto my bed, not even bothering to help me up. "What's this?"
I groaned. "I think I just fractured my skull," I zei weakly.
"A PROMOTION to be a SECRET AGENT?" Her green eyes skimmed through the paper. "You lucky dog..."
"Gimme that!" I snatched it from her hands.
"You have to get an adult to sign that," she pointed out.
"I know that!" I snapped. I rubbed my temples soothingly. "Mom is NOT gonna sign it...and I really hate my job..."
"Easy." She took the paper back from me and sat at my desk. She got a white paper, cut it into a rectangle, and stuck it on. "Promotion...to be...an intern..." she mumbled while writing.
"But I AM an intern!" I yelled.
She flicked her hair like there was no problem. "Mom's not gonna notice. She thinks u still work for that donut guy." She clapped and handed it to me. "Ta da!"
I read through it, again and again. "Vicky, you're a genius!"
"Just don't let Anna see it," she remarked.

And for once in my life, my little sister was actually of some use to me.