Harriet The Spy Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t be Cejay Merryweather if I would just let a guy intimidates me. “Um...” I paused. What am I going to ask him again? Ah, yes! I remember! “Mr. Huntington, may I ask how’s Mr. Socrates? Did you fire him?” Mr. Huntington moved to massage his nape. “Why do you ask, Ms. Merrywheather?” he asked and continued reading the paper on his desk. Dumbfounded, I furrowed my eyebrows. “I want to know what action have you governed against him. Did you fire him? Where is he now?”

She recognized theme parks in California, large malls in the Midwest, and to her dismay, many airports around the world. The screen she was watching now had it’s camera triangulated in a mall based on the tiny shops a lone female was walking past. The keyboard operator watched the feed for a minute, and Katalea saw what he was looking at. No one else entered into the camera's range for a good five seconds. She was completely alone. As Katalea watched in horror, he picked up a second device and typed in her coordinates The hacker, for what better name was there, she thought, kept typing and was able to keep the cameras focused on her. He went back and forth between the two devices for

I gave him a reassuring smile. Letting out a sigh, I thought about my mission. It wasn’t that hard, but it was so boring to gather information. I shall be patient and blend in the crowd instead of letting off some steam for example: while playing the cat and mouse game with the target; or planning its death. I was more of an assassin than a spy after all. Almost reaching my room I heard a boom in there. I run in there and what I saw made me laugh so hard that tears formed in my eyes.

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

I answered and smiled at her. “By the way, I am Tasha, I am the team director here in the CEO’s Office. I am here to give you this, it’s the schedule of Mr. Harrington for the whole week. He just fired his former secretary the other day, so you have a lot of work to do now” She explained. What he fired him? Damn! Mr. Harrington looks like someone whom you cannot mess with. I should really do my job well. I get the tablet from Tasha and thanked her.

‘But if she says that she will do anything, then it is a different agenda,’ Harriet told to herself, suppressing the smirks that wanted to come out from her lips. From afar, the maid Marie is taking a video to the situation. While she’s taking a video, she whispered, “That’s why there’s a quote that you should be kind to all.” She clicked her tongue before ending the video. Next, Marie sent it to Madell. She is working for Harriet. But she still needs to do this as double spy. Madell received the video from Marie. Laying down on the bed, she watched the film; from the time her mother held Harriet’s hand and when Sherly knelt down on the ground.

Mystique requested, packaging a box of food. "Am not your driver!" Harriet huffed, crossing her hands over her chest. "No, you are my watchdog" Mystique replied casually and Harriet's mouth fell on the floor. "You-" she could no longer form any words. "What?" Mystique shrugged. "Just shut your mouth and just take me to the office and you have such a weird name. I've never heard a lady bearing Harriet" she rolled before walking out from the kitchen, throwing the apron over Harriet's head, who throw it on the floor and stepped on it harshly, imagining Mystique under her feet.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home. Stepping out the door, she jams her door, the alarm system of the car reverberating through the whole neighborhood. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, her phone rang. 'My Love' The phone displayed. "Hello Seth." Daisy Hunter's voice is mellifluous as she walks up the stairs to her apartment. "Hi Daisy, how was your day at the office?" Seth Nathaniel said, his voice barely above whispers. "Great! Today was splendid…what about yours." Her voice was laced with curiosity.