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The first time CIA agent Courtland Gentry heard his mentor mention anything about his granddaughter, he couldn't have cared less. In retrospect, he looks back on the moment with a shake of his head, how cold he had been.
Court walked inside the office of his COS Donald Fitzroy, sitting down across from him. “You wanted to see me?” He asked.
Donald looked up and blinked as he rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I did.” He yawned before taking a sip of his coffee. “Sorry Court, I was up all night last night watching My Little Pony with my six-year-old granddaughter.”
Court blinked. He and his COS had sort of a mentee/mentor relationship that had grown into a father/son bond. But Donald rarely talked about his personal life, it was personal after all.
“My son Philip and his wife Elise are away for their anniversary and dropped her off at the last minute, needless to say I was very surprised and very unprepared.” Donald groaned, rubbing his eyes again. “She’s an angel, don’t get me wrong, but I uh… couldn’t prepare in advance so I winged it at the last minute.”
Court blinked. He didn’t know how to respond to that and he didn’t really care anyway. “Why did you call me in here?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Right, I have another job for you.”
Thus was the end of that, and Court never had a second thought about it. Little did he realize that his whole life was about to be tipped upside down.