just_1_word | 7.8 Return
Wednesday, 26 November 2008 03:30 pm7.8. Return
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It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly three months since I was last in New York. I still wake up every day as James Campbell. It’s James I see when I look in the mirror, not Marcus Fraser, and it takes my waking mind time to consciously switch mindsets. Of course, it helps that I’m waking up in unfamiliar hotel rooms; a different place each night. I can hardly even remember the last time I was kissed or hugged, but I’m told the chilled loneliness does get easier and soon I’ll build a new life around myself.
Returning to New York was surreal. I felt like a foreigner, and in a sense, that’s what I’m supposed to be. Marcus Fraser, billionaire businessman, is a Londoner recently immigrated to New York to oversee the US chapter of his company. Seriously, I wouldn’t know how to fucking run a business if my life depended on it. But I’ll learn. Soon my life won’t be pages and pages of notes and scripts to play a part. I will be Marcus Fraser and I will be running a multi-million dollar business. Fuck, hey? Times certainly change. I knew joining the Secret Service was never going to be a dance in the daisies, but I also never expected my brief to be so deep, operating in circles I knew existed but had never needed to dip my toes into beyond occasionally slapping handcuffs on a dirty businessman. Now I’m one of them and life is never going to be the same again.
( ‘Undercover’ doesn’t even begin to cut it. )
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agentsullivan and
isabelowens referenced with permission
Word Count | 593
[PRIVATE JOURNAL - LOCKED FROM ALL]
It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly three months since I was last in New York. I still wake up every day as James Campbell. It’s James I see when I look in the mirror, not Marcus Fraser, and it takes my waking mind time to consciously switch mindsets. Of course, it helps that I’m waking up in unfamiliar hotel rooms; a different place each night. I can hardly even remember the last time I was kissed or hugged, but I’m told the chilled loneliness does get easier and soon I’ll build a new life around myself.
Returning to New York was surreal. I felt like a foreigner, and in a sense, that’s what I’m supposed to be. Marcus Fraser, billionaire businessman, is a Londoner recently immigrated to New York to oversee the US chapter of his company. Seriously, I wouldn’t know how to fucking run a business if my life depended on it. But I’ll learn. Soon my life won’t be pages and pages of notes and scripts to play a part. I will be Marcus Fraser and I will be running a multi-million dollar business. Fuck, hey? Times certainly change. I knew joining the Secret Service was never going to be a dance in the daisies, but I also never expected my brief to be so deep, operating in circles I knew existed but had never needed to dip my toes into beyond occasionally slapping handcuffs on a dirty businessman. Now I’m one of them and life is never going to be the same again.
( ‘Undercover’ doesn’t even begin to cut it. )
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Word Count | 593