Fussa 1

Devin Fussa
Mr. Saxton
English
4/18/14

Just a Regular Day

His life was chaotic, never a moments rest. Nobody knew it of course. He
regretted the secret at times, but knew it was vital. Everything seemed so perfect to
those who knew him. He was a regular guy who lived in Washington DC, was tall, had
brown, short hair, wore nice suits, and loved going to the beach. He had a good, wellpaying job as an architect. At least, that was what everyone thought. But his life was
less simple than it seemed. Every morning, he woke up, got dressed, and headed to a
small building in the city. He took an elevator that lowed him into the ground and went
through a security screening. He then proceeded to walk through the doors, and was
greeted by the receptionist daily. Hello sir. May I help you? His answer was always
the same. No thank you. Just a regular day. He went to leave, but stopped and
turned. On second thought, bring me Robinson when you get the change. She rushed
off, clearly hurrying to help. Take your time, he said in a kindly manner. He walked
down the corridor to this office and sat down at his chair, wondering what type of
work he would do today. He loved his job. It was always full of surprises. A ringing
phone interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up. A gravelly voice spoke on the other
end. Agent 32, I need you in Hong Kong. He acknowledged, put the phone down,
and smiled. Just a regular day.