Dirty Little Secrets

My name is Daphne Millbrook and I’m a double agent for the Pinehearst company. I noticed my days as speedy messenger girl were numbered when big Daddy Petrelli (No- not my daddy- but that’s what the girls back in Human Resources call him. Trust me when I say you don’t want to know) told me about my big giant mess I had to clean up. The kind of mess that didn’t involve a pooper-scooper and plastic bags.

So Big Daddy actually had the audacity to accuse me of failing to recruit Parkman. He asked if I had any discouraging thoughts and I would have pulled the wool over his eyes -no problem- but then Knox had to go and ruin everything. Sometimes he’s such a tattle-tale.
“She’s lying,” Knox said and I swear he puffed his chest just a little bit. Who did he think he was? The bodyguard to the big boss or something else?

“I am so not lying,” I told him. Gosh, does Knox always have to be a suck up? I could feel a potential catfight coming on, but I’m not much of a fighter, plus he doesn’t exactly have enough hair for me to pull.

Maybe Maury should have licked Big Daddy’s boots too and he wouldn’t have gotten the pink slip (Okay granted he got a little pissy when Big Daddy ordered me to kill his son which is totally understandable) and might have actually earned his layoff. This wasn’t exactly the pink slip I was looking forward to so I said, “How can I fix this?”

That’s when big Daddy P gave me this smile, which made my creep factor skyrocket. That was when he told me my mission; I swear I heard the theme to Mission Impossible blaring through the loud speakers as he spoke.

With gun in hand, I made my way to Parkman’s apartment. All I had to do was wave it around, shed a few tears, let my voice break and pull out the sorrow card and he was putty in my hands. Granted he just happens to be the putty I like but we’ll save that for another day.

It turns out that Parkman’s abilities is so cool I feel the need to jump up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Matt! That was so awesome! Do it again!” I feel like a little girl in a candy shop.
He should be swooning and I thought we had this incredible moment of eye contact but it turned out that he was looking at the turtle instead of at me. Guess who has some serious competition? That’s right, it would be me. It took all my will power not to pick up that gun and shoot the turtle.

When he mentioned Primatech I put on my sourest expression letting him know in no uncertain terms that I don’t trust these folks. They seem to be the kind of organization that has no problem with mass hypnosis and I’m not interested in squawking like a chicken when the phone rings or spending the rest of my days in some electric funky purple haze. That was my outside face, my inside was doing the dance of joy.
And the Oscar for worlds best actress goes to me!

So I sneak around the corner and pull out my cell phone because I need to give Big Daddy P the low down. I mean Matt is only ten feet away and it’s not like he can hear me whispering on the phone right? He doesn’t even question who I’m talking to and if he did I’d just say Joey’s Pizza or something equally lame.

“It worked he fell for it hook, line and sinker” So far so good, Matt doesn’t even know I’m on the phone. I blame it on the turtle. He gets more attention than I do.

“Screw this up and I’ll put you right back where I found you.” Big Daddy P threatened me. Suddenly have visions of exactly where he found me and there is no way I’m going back.

“I understand,” I tell him closing my phone and skipping over to Parkman where I smile adoringly at him. This time he actually hugs me instead of the turtle. I can live with that. But in less than two seconds I’m going to betray his trust and report back everything I learn to Pinehearst. Sometimes a girls gotta make sacrifices. Sometimes the past needs to be dead and buried. Because if I have a choice to be a double agent for Pinehearst or got back to where Big Daddy P found me than I chose being a double agent. I won’t go back, I just can’t.