Free The Ambitious Orphan by Amelia Price Page A

eyes. It was
obvious they were curious about her. In her civilian clothes she
looked out of place, even with Myron beside her.
    “I need these
printed,” Myron said as he walked into a small office and held out
a USB stick to an older man behind a desk. Even he was wearing an
army uniform.
    “Yes, sir. Shall I
let your men know you'll relieve them soon, or let them continue
looking after the package downstairs?”
    “I've got some
work I have to see to for the moment. Have them carry on.”
    “Package?” Amelia
asked as Myron then led her to another office. This one was empty
and, given the furniture, evidently his. He sat down behind it,
fetched a pen, and rummaged through his desk for a small camera,
not answering her question.
    “Hold still,” he
said. She tried to do as he bid and looked at the camera, but when
the first photo printed out and came into view Myron shook his
head.
    “Again. Do try not
to look quite so intimidated,” he said and waited for her to pose
again. As Amelia tried something more neutral, Myron clicked the
shutter again and let this second photo print. While they were
waiting for it to finish developing, the soldier he'd given the USB
stick to knocked and entered, carrying the stick and a stack of
paper so thick it made Amelia's eyes widen.
    “Good, let's get
started.”
    Over the next
three hours Myron filled in the entire stack of paperwork. Most of
the answers he seemed to know himself but he had her clarify a few
details. As more and more questions went past without him needing
her to give the answers, she realised just how thorough a check
he'd already done on her. He knew almost everything there was to
know about her, from her family and friends to her education and
financial state.
    While he wrote in
the answers, she sat there, feeling more and more exposed and
vulnerable. This man even knew the number of other people she'd
slept with. It didn't help that every question that could be asked
about her was on the form. They wanted to know every little thing
that might be used to bribe her someday. It only made her feel a
little better about having been well behaved most of her life.
    As the questions
moved into the realms of her love life, some old photos came to
mind, and she found herself feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't sure
if it was something she should tell him about or not and, if she
did, what it might do to change his opinion of her.
    While her
discomfort grew she continued to read over what Myron was writing.
When it got to a question about anything else that might be used to
compromise her integrity Amelia opened her mouth to speak, but the
confident Holmes was already writing the word nothing.
    “Actually...” she
said as he paused to turn over the page, not sure how to begin
saying what she needed to.
    “I took care of
it,” he replied, carrying on with the form.
    “You know what it is?”
    “If it is of a
photographic nature, then yes, I know what it is.”
    Amelia's mouth
fell open at the uninterested tone Myron used. He'd just admitted
he had removed some compromising photos of her from existence.
    “Thank you,” she
said, having no idea what a person normally said in that
situation.
    He ignored the
gratitude and carried on writing for several minutes. Eventually,
he reached the end and signed it. He then moved the stack of
documents over to her.
    “Sign and date
it,” he said.
    “And this
officially makes me an agent of the British government?”
    He nodded.
    As she picked up
the pen she let out a deep breath. Two seconds later the document
was signed and she was officially working for Myron and being
trained by him.
    When she'd asked
him to teach her she hadn't expected to end up getting herself this
sort of job, but she knew she was in too deep to turn around now.
Not that she wanted to. Her life had come alive since she'd met
Myron. The few fears she'd gained were nothing compared to the
adventures she'd had.
    “Good, now wait
here for your