“Sir,” I pleaded, “I think I would be best for the job.”

President Winston shook his head. “No. Hilda, I told you. You are only an intern. You won’t even get paid.”

A sigh escaped my mouth. “I don’t care. I just want to go after her. I was the one that found her!”

The president slammed his hand down on his desk. “You should’ve gotten her when you could.”

I turned away so he couldn’t see my teary eyes. “Who’s on the case?”

    “Timothy McCaig.”

    Whirling around, I pointed at the president. “He’s an intern too!”

    The president took his pocket knife and picked his nails with it. “He shows much potential.” President Winston paused and glared at me unnervingly over the knife. “Way more than you.”

    I screamed in rage. “I quit! I didn’t want this blasted job! My parents made me.” I stopped, my face red in anger. “I’m done.” I tried to walk, but my legs refused to move. I tried to step, but instead collapsed to my knees, sobbing. Sobbing for the wasted two years I’d been forced to work for AGO.

    I felt two guards grab me by the arms and drag me outside. I didn’t care. Suddenly, my tears wouldn’t come. My mind felt clear. I was free. I was eighteen; I would move out of my parent’s house and start a life on my own. Getting my feet under me, I wrestled out of the guards’ grasp and ran for the door. With a whoop, I ran for my parent’s house to pack before they got home.

A.N.

Well, that's the last Hilda P.O.V. until Day Eleven... Yay? Not really, because I like writing her.

Anyway, happy reading, lovelies

-Cal