Thirteen's POV
I pretend to laugh at something Zack says, for the sake of keeping up the 'girlfriend' act. I swear I've gotten more death glares tonight than I've ever gotten in my entire career as an agent.
The blaring sound of my phone's ringtone sounds off and I pull it from my purse and glance at the number. I let out a string of silent curses under my breath.
I put my hand on Zack's arm, bringing his attention back to me. "Sorry, I have to take this," I tell him, not bothering to wait for a response.
I remove my earpiece and drop it in my purse, placing the phone up to my ear soon after.
"Hurry the hell up with what you want to say, you're interrupting government business." I hiss into the phone.
"You know, most people answer the phone with a 'Hello how are you doing'." He grumb
