Summary: One of the things between you and your dream career as an agent is Javier Peña.
Author's Note: English is not my first language! Excuse me if there any mistake, I hope y'all can understand what I'm saying.
Warnings: flirting, tension, fun, mention of drinks, sex - I might add something else on the way.
Part 01 | Part 02
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I am looking at the ceiling and trying to sleep as I’m nervous about tomorrow.
The last pre-tests were okay and I did well, but tomorrow is the final test. That determines my future. Everything I’ve been dreaming about.
Besides, there’s one thing that might get in the way. And his name is Javier Peña.
Peña doesn’t want me to get the job. Of course not. I was the kid who used to laugh at him in kindergarten because he pronounced some words incorrectly. But that wasn’t just me. The whole class used to do it. I was just one more. Now I know that is not an excuse and I was not right to do it, but I was a kid. I’ve learned a lot since then and I’m a totally different person now. I just might got the chance to prove that to him now.
But he seems to never forget those years and life happened. He happens to be one of the judges of my tests to become an agent that will work alongside him.
Of course I wouldn’t want to work with him either, but it’s my only chance. I got away from home and now this is the only opportunity I have to make it on my own.
“It’s okay” I think. “You can make it”.
The pre-tests were a bunch of forms we had to fill, but the final test is personal. Besides physical and mental tests, we have a challenge we need to overcome. Whoever do the right things gets to be Peña’s partner.
So I take a deep breath and try again to fall sleep.
I’m up and making my breakfast as I try to stay calm. I decided to make this anxiety my ally and use it in my favor. That means I get there early, get ready and get shit done.
I take a shower, brush my teeth and put on the comfortable clothes I’ve chosen: a white t-shirt, a legging and a white sporty sneakers. I fix up my short hair, grab a bag with some stuff I might need and leave to the department building it’ll take place.
I am not the first one to get there, but the second. That makes my anxiety come back a little bit. But nothing to worry about, I’m super focused.
As I go inside the department, I am told to wait in a big white room with some chairs where my opponent is waiting too. I give him a smile and sit at the back. As some people arrive, I can see through a glass at the wall people walking, coming and going. At some point, my heart almost stops at the glimpse I saw of him. “How am I letting him trough my emotions like this?” I focus again and try to chill. After some minutes the class has about 10 people and a woman comes in. She looks and talks like a leader.
— May I have your attention. Welcome. I am Emily, co-director of the department and today you will be doing your final tests to start your career as an agent. At least one of you. You will be called as soon as possible. Good luck.
She leaves the room and I start to get nervous again. But I don’t even have time to get nervous because I am the first called.
First is the mental test. All it is: a conversation with a psychologist and answer a few questions about how I normally react at some situations.
Then, it’s the physical. I have to push some weights, do some exercises that requires my reflection and fight with a doll.
“I’m doing great so far” I think with myself.
Now the challenge. The part I was most excited about. I am really good at solving things and that’s why I think I gotta a good chance.
I’m lead to another room, like an auditorium, where there’s a bunch of people. I can see Emily through and, of course, my eyes go directly to the corner where Javier Peña is looking right back at me. Everyone is silent.
At the front of the room there’s this big desk with a map, a pen and a tablet. In the tablet, there’s the description of the task. I need to find the criminal to a crime that was committed 15 years ago. There’s some clues and a history I read to and my brain just gets into work. I take my time but I’m betting the time also counts in this, so I am going as fast as I can.
I take about half an hour to find a suspect and I need to speak how I’ve come to that result. I talk on how I found some clues that were not in the description and how I got at the suspect by elimination in that case. I am secure and that reflects in the way I talk, so I feel thankful. When I’m done, Emily says an Okay and tells me I can leave the room.
As I get outside the adrenaline kicks in and I feel my heart accelerating. I’m thinking “have I done everything I could?” “what if I let something pass by me” “what if I got it wrong” I come back to earth when this other woman is trying to talk to me but I wasn’t listening.
— What?
— I said you can come with me.
She leads me into the first room I was, where there’s nobody now, and tells me I can wait there. I go to the same chair I was in the back and wait for the others to come.
I let the anxiety take over me. I am having these negative thoughts. Specially thinking that Peña will do everything to not make me his partner.
Suddenly we are 10 people again in that room and Emily comes in.
— Well done everybody. As you know, you will know the result in three days. You can leave now and good luck.
“Three fucking days”
I go outside needing some coffee – like I’m not anxious enough – and there’s this cafe at the corner of the department building. I go inside and order my coffee. I grab it and when I turn around there’s Peña behind me.
— Jesus! — I almost yelled.
— It’s Javier — he says like this meeting is no big deal — I know you remember.
— Of course. Peña. — I try to chill — Good to see you.
— Really?
— Yes. Sure. I mean, it’s a familiar face.
He smiles with the corner of his mouth.
The waitress is waiting to get his order.
— Next!
— Go ahead. I need to go anyway. Good to see you again!
I leave desperately and embarrassed. As soon as I get home I started thinking “should I have said something different?” “I should have enjoyed the opportunity to ask him about the test” “I should’ve apologized” “for what?” “shit forget it”
I get into bed and try to convince my brain that we have three days of waiting.
Summary: One of the things between you and your dream career as an agent is Javier Peña.
Author's Note: English is not my first language! Excuse me if there any mistake, I hope y'all can understand what I'm saying.
Warnings: flirting, tension, fun, mention of drinks, sex - I might add something else on the way.
Part 01 | Part 02
____________
I am looking at the ceiling and trying to sleep as I’m nervous about tomorrow.
The last pre-tests were okay and I did well, but tomorrow is the final test. That determines my future. Everything I’ve been dreaming about.
Besides, there’s one thing that might get in the way. And his name is Javier Peña.
Peña doesn’t want me to get the job. Of course not. I was the kid who used to laugh at him in kindergarten because he pronounced some words incorrectly. But that wasn’t just me. The whole class used to do it. I was just one more. Now I know that is not an excuse and I was not right to do it, but I was a kid. I’ve learned a lot since then and I’m a totally different person now. I just might got the chance to prove that to him now.
But he seems to never forget those years and life happened. He happens to be one of the judges of my tests to become an agent that will work alongside him.
Of course I wouldn’t want to work with him either, but it’s my only chance. I got away from home and now this is the only opportunity I have to make it on my own.
“It’s okay” I think. “You can make it”.
The pre-tests were a bunch of forms we had to fill, but the final test is personal. Besides physical and mental tests, we have a challenge we need to overcome. Whoever do the right things gets to be Peña’s partner.
So I take a deep breath and try again to fall sleep.
I’m up and making my breakfast as I try to stay calm. I decided to make this anxiety my ally and use it in my favor. That means I get there early, get ready and get shit done.
I take a shower, brush my teeth and put on the comfortable clothes I’ve chosen: a white t-shirt, a legging and a white sporty sneakers. I fix up my short hair, grab a bag with some stuff I might need and leave to the department building it’ll take place.
I am not the first one to get there, but the second. That makes my anxiety come back a little bit. But nothing to worry about, I’m super focused.
As I go inside the department, I am told to wait in a big white room with some chairs where my opponent is waiting too. I give him a smile and sit at the back. As some people arrive, I can see through a glass at the wall people walking, coming and going. At some point, my heart almost stops at the glimpse I saw of him. “How am I letting him trough my emotions like this?” I focus again and try to chill. After some minutes the class has about 10 people and a woman comes in. She looks and talks like a leader.
— May I have your attention. Welcome. I am Emily, co-director of the department and today you will be doing your final tests to start your career as an agent. At least one of you. You will be called as soon as possible. Good luck.
She leaves the room and I start to get nervous again. But I don’t even have time to get nervous because I am the first called.
First is the mental test. All it is: a conversation with a psychologist and answer a few questions about how I normally react at some situations.
Then, it’s the physical. I have to push some weights, do some exercises that requires my reflection and fight with a doll.
“I’m doing great so far” I think with myself.
Now the challenge. The part I was most excited about. I am really good at solving things and that’s why I think I gotta a good chance.
I’m lead to another room, like an auditorium, where there’s a bunch of people. I can see Emily through and, of course, my eyes go directly to the corner where Javier Peña is looking right back at me. Everyone is silent.
At the front of the room there’s this big desk with a map, a pen and a tablet. In the tablet, there’s the description of the task. I need to find the criminal to a crime that was committed 15 years ago. There’s some clues and a history I read to and my brain just gets into work. I take my time but I’m betting the time also counts in this, so I am going as fast as I can.
I take about half an hour to find a suspect and I need to speak how I’ve come to that result. I talk on how I found some clues that were not in the description and how I got at the suspect by elimination in that case. I am secure and that reflects in the way I talk, so I feel thankful. When I’m done, Emily says an Okay and tells me I can leave the room.
As I get outside the adrenaline kicks in and I feel my heart accelerating. I’m thinking “have I done everything I could?” “what if I let something pass by me” “what if I got it wrong” I come back to earth when this other woman is trying to talk to me but I wasn’t listening.
— What?
— I said you can come with me.
She leads me into the first room I was, where there’s nobody now, and tells me I can wait there. I go to the same chair I was in the back and wait for the others to come.
I let the anxiety take over me. I am having these negative thoughts. Specially thinking that Peña will do everything to not make me his partner.
Suddenly we are 10 people again in that room and Emily comes in.
— Well done everybody. As you know, you will know the result in three days. You can leave now and good luck.
“Three fucking days”
I go outside needing some coffee – like I’m not anxious enough – and there’s this cafe at the corner of the department building. I go inside and order my coffee. I grab it and when I turn around there’s Peña behind me.
— Jesus! — I almost yelled.
— It’s Javier — he says like this meeting is no big deal — I know you remember.
— Of course. Peña. — I try to chill — Good to see you.
— Really?
— Yes. Sure. I mean, it’s a familiar face.
He smiles with the corner of his mouth.
The waitress is waiting to get his order.
— Next!
— Go ahead. I need to go anyway. Good to see you again!
I leave desperately and embarrassed. As soon as I get home I started thinking “should I have said something different?” “I should have enjoyed the opportunity to ask him about the test” “I should’ve apologized” “for what?” “shit forget it”
I get into bed and try to convince my brain that we have three days of waiting.
