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Wednesday 21 August 2019

Playmobil Spies: Alien Attack-3

The spies decided to loiter outside the building for some minutes to see if they would be able to follow anyone in. "OMG, I'm literally melting under this weather," complained Claire as she wiped huge beads of sweat off her face.

"I know right! My makeup is all smudged by my sweat!" replied Eliza.

Just when they were about to give up, the spies noticed a handsome young man with brown hair walking towards the door.

"Hurry! It's either now or never!" whispered Claire as she approached the man.

"Um, excuse me, sir!" said Eliza as she put on her most seductive smile, which, to be honest, actually seemed pretty awkward. "We are Ella and Cindy and we're new interns in this company. But, unfortunately, we've lost our ID cards on the bus on our way here, so we can't get in. Would you be so kind as to let us in using your card?"

"Sure thing!" responded the young man as he brushed back his hair and took out his ID card to swipe on the door. As the door opened, he held it open for them and said, "Ladies first!" 



Having thanked the man, Claire and Eliza were about to head straight to the elevator when they heard someone calling their fake names. After turning around, they saw the young man walking towards them with their package, which, in their haste to get inside the building, they've forgotten outside!

"Oh, gosh! Thanks....." said Claire after receiving the package.

"Dom," said the man.

"Sorry?" replied the bewildered Claire.

"My name's Dom," repeated the handsome man and as he turned around, he winked at Claire and made a phone-call sign with his hand. Only after Claire has looked down did she notice that on top of the package was a business card, on which wrote the name "Dominic Dent" and his telephone number. 


"I think he has a crush on you!" teased Eliza after nudging Claire gently whilst they walked towards the elevator.

"Well, too bad! Cuz he's just totally not my type," answered Claire coldly as she strolled towards a rubbish bin and tossed the business card inside.

"Wait! Which floor are we heading to?" inquired Eliza as the elevator door opened.

"Well, according Tantrum Tom, we need to head to the thirteenth floor, as that's where the head office is," responded Claire as she looked in vain for the button indicating the thirteenth floor.

"Oh buggers! It seems like this elevator can't take us there!" said Eliza, glancing at the panel.

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to board it as high as it goes, and take the stairs for the rest!" sighed Claire as she pressed the twelfth floor. "Luckily, we won't have to walk too far!" 

After getting out of the lift, what came into view was a normal-looking office with many people sitting behind their desks, staring at their computer screens and tapping away on their keyboards. Everyone seemed so busy that no one even noticed the spies' presence. "Nothing here looks fishy to me!" whispered Eliza as she glanced around. 

Suddenly, Eliza tripped on something and the package fell onto the floor. "Oh buggers! You know what? I'm tired of carrying this thing around! Let's just wear these contacts just so we can get rid of this box," said Eliza, annoyed. 

"Suits me!" shrugged Claire as she knelt down to pick up a pair of glasses. "Besides, there's gotta be some reason why Tom wants us to wear them. Who knows, maybe they can make our pupils look bigger or something!"

~To be Continued~ 

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