Kate reclined against the plush black cushion seat as she waited for her triple chocolate creme frappucino.

She smiled at the two people sitting across from her. "Chic Coffee has the best coffee ever," she said, glancing at Bethany and Caitlin.

Bethany rolled her eyes teasingly. "And the most expensive," she shot back jokingly.

Kate laughed, never tired of Bethany's hilarious jokes. "I'll pay for it," Kate offered.

"You don't have to!" Caitlin said, trying to be polite. Bethany just nudged her and shook her head.

The girls began laughing again. They all looked up when they heard Nicole, their waitress, come up to their table. "Here are your drinks," she said, placing them on the mahogany wood table.

Kate quickly glanced at a booth in the corner. A father, mother, and daughter sat there drinking milkshakes. That used to be the booth that Valerie and Kate had always sat at, which they had claimed as their own. Now, it looked like just another booth.

Speaking of Valerie, she was suspended from school for a month because she had been involved in a corrupt business deal that could have potentially caused harm to the school, according to the police. Ms. Martinez was fired from her teaching job. She was replaced by a middle-aged woman who was incredibly sweet. Plus, she did not like giving homework.

Harry was now living in a one-room apartment because he could not pay off his other house. He did not receive any money from Black Rose like he had intended.

Susan and Garret were the new owners of Black Rose. They moved their headquarters from the castle to a small training facility twenty minutes outside the city. They lived in luxury after selling the castle.

Kate, Bethany, and Caitlin were all reunited after the whole incident. Every week, they drove to Chic Coffee and hung out at each other's houses. Needless to say, they had a stronger bond in their friendship.

The three girls also had a part time job working at Black Rose. They helped to recruit spies by sending letters and contacting parents directly using the phone.

Sitting here with her friends, Kate realized something: she did not regret that text message she had sent long ago that started it all.

I want to be a spy.

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Author's Note: The rest of the story will be in alternating points of view between Kate and Valerie. I promise it is not confusing.