As she drove down the road, Erin replayed the night's events over and over again in her head. Villains and assorted assassins from other insurance companies thwarted, as usual. With the power of Esurance at her back, Erin never loses. And of course, buying the sexy, new pink convertible as a getaway car can't be counted as a loss. Just another perk of being a secret agent. The folks back at HQ will understand. It has been at least 2, if not 3 weeks since she bought her last getaway car. Plus, if she had held onto her last one for another week or so, she would never have met him. Well, ok, she didn't actually get his name, but they did share a moment, however brief. And golly, was he cute! Maybe tomorrow, she'd go to his dealership out of "agent attire" and introduce herself. Erin's thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations from her cell. She looked at the caller ID. It flashed "unknown," But Erin knew exactly who it was.
"Hey boss." A deep, yet smooth, voice answered her. "Hello Erin. Did everything work out?" Erin grinned. "Yep, it was as easy as…quote, buy, print." She heard him chuckle on the line. "Boy, you really like to get into that Esurance spirit, don't you?" "Of course boss. That's why I took this job." "Oh, by the way, don't worry about the car; we'll take care of the expenses-- nice taste, by the way. A 2005 pink convertible, with a hard top. Snazzy." Erin shuddered. How did he know? True, it wasn't the first time the boss had spooked her like this, knowing what she had done, what new car she'd bought, but every time it happened, she became more…not suspicious, but nervous. It's like he's always watching her. "Erin, are you there?" Erin jerked herself back to reality. "Oh, uh, yes. I'm here." "Good. I'm glad to hear your mission was a success. I shall tell you about your next assignment tomorrow, I can tell you're too tired right now. Go home and get some rest. Good night." And with that, the line was dead.
Still a bit shaken, Erin pulled into her tiny one-car garage. Well, actually, it wouldn't be so tiny if she didn't keep all her extra "agent gear" at home; i.e., a snow jet, bike, race car-- all the spy essentials. But, you never know when you’ll need those things. As her mother always says, "Better safe than lying on the floor with a broken neck while a villain performs a soliloquy about his tortured soul"…or something like that.
ed up and unexpected, but slightly entertaining.