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I figured out in high school that I wasn’t cut out for just any job. I required something more than flipping burgers or walking dogs, and don’t even get me started on mowing other people’s lawns! I was bored at most jobs: they came easy to me. I could have honestly worked my and a co-worker’s shift simultaneously without breaking a sweat; I often did, too. I’m really not trying to brag here, just trying to make the point that I rose above the status quo. However, it wasn’t until college that people actually started realizing my potential. The agency found me in a dead end job that I honestly had just been considering quitting. I had no money, no connections, and the agency was kind enough to provide me with no identity. But you can call me Jimmie.
At first, I was stationed at a regular desk job. I mastered this quickly. Truth be told, I was severely bored. It was a field agent that saw all the action; I figured that would be the perfect job for me: never a dull moment. But my current job simply had me rolling around in a desk chair all day practically finding things to do. Once I was done with all the paperwork, FreeCell and trashcan basketball took up the next few hours.
I guess they all soon realized I was cut out for more than this because I was thrown haphazardly into training. I didn’t have much knowledge of an agent’s job, but I certainly had the ambition and brains for it. The physical training was quite extensive, but the mental puzzles came as second nature to me. It was entertaining figuring them out; almost a challenge, truth be told. The agency certainly knew I had a high intelligence and treated me as such. That had been exactly why they’d hired me, right? Soon enough, I was even excelling at the physical portion. Now, I’m going to tell you the truth: I eat a bit too much. I’m not afraid to admit that. So exercise or any kind of physical labour wasn’t my strong suit. It surprised me how fast I was able to catch on to their training, though. And the weight I was shedding made me proud.It seemed I had finally found my calling.
That is, until I came across Ella Reid.
Ella was my first love. I'll just start with that. We met in ninth grade and things just sort of took off from there. No, I never dated her. I never had the gall to attempt it. She never knew how I felt: and I wanted to keep it that way. Of course, it wasn't love at first. Oh, no! We were best friends throughout high school and then through college, her beaming with some magnetizing aura that took her to new heights and me hiding in her shadow. It wasn't until college that I finally figured out this was the one. But by that time she had already gotten herself settled in a career and had a motherlode of new "best friends." I didn't want to mess anything up, so I just kept quiet. I was complacent just being her loyal friend, and I never wanted that to change.
Things did change after college, though. She took off in her career and I stayed stuck in said dead-end job. We didn't really talk all that much: she was busy and I wasn't going anywhere in life. And then once I got into the agency, there was no way I was going to call her up and try to renew old sparks. I just let Fate do what she had to do. I figured we were meant to be pulled apart. And now I had everything going for me. I had almost forgotten about Ella and her radiance.
Leave it to Fate to shove it right back in my face...

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I figured out in high school that I wasn’t cut out for just any job. I required something more than flipping burgers or walking dogs, and don’t even get me started on mowing other people’s lawns! I was bored at most jobs: they came easy to me. I could have honestly worked my and a co-worker’s shift simultaneously without breaking a sweat; I often did, too. I’m really not trying to brag here, just trying to make the point that I rose above the status quo. However, it wasn’t until college that people actually started realizing my potential. The agency found me in a dead end job that I honestly had just been considering quitting. I had no money, no connections, and the agency was kind enough to provide me with no identity. But you can call me Jimmie.
At first, I was stationed at a regular desk job. I mastered this quickly. Truth be told, I was severely bored. It was a field agent that saw all the action; I figured that would be the perfect job for me: never a dull moment. But my current job simply had me rolling around in a desk chair all day practically finding things to do. Once I was done with all the paperwork, FreeCell and trashcan basketball took up the next few hours.
I guess they all soon realized I was cut out for more than this because I was thrown haphazardly into training. I didn’t have much knowledge of an agent’s job, but I certainly had the ambition and brains for it. The physical training was quite extensive, but the mental puzzles came as second nature to me. It was entertaining figuring them out; almost a challenge, truth be told. The agency certainly knew I had a high intelligence and treated me as such. That had been exactly why they’d hired me, right? Soon enough, I was even excelling at the physical portion. Now, I’m going to tell you the truth: I eat a bit too much. I’m not afraid to admit that. So exercise or any kind of physical labour wasn’t my strong suit. It surprised me how fast I was able to catch on to their training, though. And the weight I was shedding made me proud.It seemed I had finally found my calling.
That is, until I came across Ella Reid.
Ella was my first love. I'll just start with that. We met in ninth grade and things just sort of took off from there. No, I never dated her. I never had the gall to attempt it. She never knew how I felt: and I wanted to keep it that way. Of course, it wasn't love at first. Oh, no! We were best friends throughout high school and then through college, her beaming with some magnetizing aura that took her to new heights and me hiding in her shadow. It wasn't until college that I finally figured out this was the one. But by that time she had already gotten herself settled in a career and had a motherlode of new "best friends." I didn't want to mess anything up, so I just kept quiet. I was complacent just being her loyal friend, and I never wanted that to change.
Things did change after college, though. She took off in her career and I stayed stuck in said dead-end job. We didn't really talk all that much: she was busy and I wasn't going anywhere in life. And then once I got into the agency, there was no way I was going to call her up and try to renew old sparks. I just let Fate do what she had to do. I figured we were meant to be pulled apart. And now I had everything going for me. I had almost forgotten about Ella and her radiance.
Leave it to Fate to shove it right back in my face...