It was early in the mourning and Samantha had woken up not too long ago. She could tell time now with out even looking at a clock , she knew she woke up at 5:00am automaticly every mourning. She had gotten a call from her boss last night , telling her there was a job for her to do and that she better not screw up. Samantha was already dressed in a dark blue suit and her brown hair put in a bun. She was going undercover and she was assigned the name Isabelle and that would be what she was called for a while. Samantha didnt really have a interesting life , her job always came before everything else and she almost worked all the time. She never got too attached to someone because she was too afraid to. She was also the kind of girl to change whenever she had too. Like for right now as a example , she was going to go to a office and she was dressed as a girl in the office would dress. She acutally had no personality of her own becuase she was changing all the time and it kinda upsetted her when she relized this but , she knew her job came first.

Ace rolled over, slapping in the air, trying to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He had already managed to hit it once but this time it seemed to be avoiding his hand. Finally, he sat up, rubbing at his emerald green eyes. When he saw the time on the clock, he swore loudly, jumping out of bed and grabbing the first clothes he could find. After a quick shower, he ran his fingers through his golden blonde hair and headed out the door wearing a slightly wrinkled suit. "I can't be late!" he gasped, running down out of his apartment and down to the street where he just couldn't seem to hail a cab. Finally he succeeded, but it was a guarantee that he was going to be late. Again. "I'll be lucky if I'm not fired..." he muttered under his breath. Of course if he was it wouldn't bother him that much. He only got the office job so that he could afford to keep his apartment. Recently though, he'd managed to sell some of his art and would have enough to last a while.

Samantha picked up her suitcase and she put on her black high heels. For an girl dressed as if she would be working in a office , she looked good. Samantha walked out of her appartment and she locked the door. She walked out into the side walk , expecting her boss to show up on the street soon. She knew she wouldnt be late for her interview.

As soon as the cab pulled up in front of the building, Ace jumped out, paid the driver and sped into the building, nearly running into several people along the way. Though he was fast, he still wasn't fast enough to beat his boss, who was waiting for him when he got off the elevator.
"Grab your things and get out." the stern-looking man said, with a point towards Ace's desk. "You've been late one too many times Mr. Harrington."

Samantha spotted her boss's car waiting for her at a near by stop sign , she walking over to the car calmly with no facial expression what so ever. Samantha opened the car door to her boss's car and she sat down and closed the door.

She looked over at her boss as he began talking "Now. Remember , your name is Isabelle. You have been in New York all your life and you have a husband who is in the army." he told her and she nodded. Her boss nodded approvingly and started to driv her to the office.

Ace sighed and shook his head as he headed over to his desk, which already had a box resting on top, waiting to be filled with his belongings. He had hated this job, but now that he didn't have it anymore, he felt like he sort of missed it.
Mostly it was just the fact that he now had no job to keep him occupied.

When Samantha got at the office she got in one of the elevators and she went on to th top floor where she would be giving her interview. She wasnt the least bit nervous , she knew she would get the job. She could get any job she wanted.

After his final belongings were tucked safely into the box, Ace slowly placed the lid on it and headed for the elevators. Though he hadn't liked the place much, he had a few friends here and he didn't like to leave without saying anything to them, but his former boss was watching him, waiting for him to get out. Without so much as a backward glance, he passed the stern man and punched the down button.