Phyre Gunner: The Spy (Editing Process)

Phyre Gunner. Teenager. Rebel. Spy. Troublemaker. Genius. American. Genetically Perfect.

After the passing of her father, Phyre became the imperfect daughter. After too many detentions and schools, LSA comes looking for the one person that can help them save the world, the same person that is genetically perfect, Phyre Gunner.


8. Welcome to London


Edited :)


Phyre Gunner

Chapter Seven.


People think that saying sorry for everything is having manners. Let me tell you that it is not. Manners people, are something you use when needed, and not every single day of your life because you keep making the same mistakes. 


Charles stared at me and chuckled as I frowned to everyone around me. “We are headed to your new house.” He informed. “I need you to behave please.” 

“Do I get to know with whom I’m staying?” I questioned as I handed him my luggage. “It would be really helpful to know at least the names of the person who has decided that I am worthy of his or her time.” 

Charles chuckled. “You do know the head of the LSA right?” I nodded confused. “Well, you know who is taking in.” 

“Shut up!” I exclaimed. “He is the one that decided to take me in? What the hell why? Doesn’t he know that I am trouble?” 

Charles sighed. “He knows, and yet he decided to demand that you stay with him.” He added annoyed. “And don’t ask me why, because not even I know.” 

I frowned. “Well... I guess that he wants for me to make his family interesting.” I laughed. 

“Him and his son only.” Charles corrected. “Though you have to be careful about his son, he doesn’t follow up in LSA, so be careful of what you say around him.” 

“And the son is a kid?” I questioned. 

“No, Tyler is seventeen.” Charles replied with a smirk and I rolled my eyes. 


Perfect. Just perfect.


The driver arrived at the Right residence, and man, I was surprised to see such a magnificent place. A three-story mansion, with a beautiful garden and fountain. Man, I was so going to enjoy being here. 


“I do hope that you behave.” Charles spoke. “As you know, he knows everything about you, and I do wish that you behave, he is a very important man.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” I winked. “I’ll be the perfect daughter.” 


Charles rolled his eyes, as he waited for someone to open the door for us. I was analyzing the door and trying to figure out if there was some sort of alarm system, when the door was finally opened. 


“Phyre!” Mr. Right smiled as he ushered us inside. “It’s great to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” He patted my back. 

“Pleasure is all mine Mr. Right.” I replied. 

“Your things are already up in your room, so don’t worry about that.” Mr. Right spoke and I nodded. “I want to introduce you to my son, Tyler.” 

“Hello.” Tyler spoke and I nodded. “Would you like something to drink?” Mr. Right stared at me, he needed his son out of here. 

“Sure, water would do.” I replied. 

“Right away.” He winked and walked away. 


The minute he was out of hearing reach, Mr. Right started talking about LSA, and my job description. I was to work in my father’s office and finish every project he started and more. He also briefed me in my new life. I was to attend London Academy, have a personal chauffeur and bodyguard, cause I was being “adopted” by him. 


“Don’t you worry Phyre.” Mr. Right smiled. “We are going to have a marvelous time.” 

“Oh yes.” I smiled sarcastically. 

“Here you go.” Tyler handed me the glass. “You are attending my same school right?” 

“London Academy?” I questioned and he nodded. “I am.”

“What grade are you in?” I shrugged. 

“Junior.” Mr. Right replied. 

“Same as me?” Tyler chuckled. “I thought she was younger than me.” 

“She is.” Mr. Right chuckled. 

“I’m smart.” I winked. 


Tyler chuckled and asked his father if it was okay that he showed me my new room and gave me a small tour of the house, Mr. Right agreed and he was left with Charles to discuss about whatever the future hold for me. 


Maybe this life was going to be far more interesting than back home. Here I got to start again without having people thinking that I will end up in jail before I even graduate from high-school. Oh I want to see the face of my mother when she realizes that I graduate next year, scratch that, I want to see my brother’s faces, that is going to be priceless.

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