Sealed with a Lie by Kat Carlton

Author:Kat Carlton [Carlton, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Of course I will accompany you on ze stakeout,” Gustav says to Evan. “I already know ze Jolie building and some of ze schematics.”

“No,” Evan says dismissively. He stares down at Gustav from his superior height. “You will not. Kari and I will go alone. You will stay here and work with Matthis on all of the schematics . . . and if you can get your felonious paws on a blueprint of the laboratory wing, in particular, it would be helpful.”

“I am not a minion,” Gustav declares. “I will not be ordered, eh?”

“We’re all Evan’s minions,” I say drily.

“You’ll bloody well stay in the hotel,” Evan tells him. “Or have you forgotten that your face is plastered all over the telly?”

“Baht—” Gustav breaks off, nonplussed. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Evan points at his hair. “And if you’ve got any sense in that Gallic skull of yours, you will tint your hair white blond and bloody-well shave that Euro-scruff off your disgustingly dimpled chin.”

“It’s a cleft,” I correct him.

“What?” Evan swings around.

“Not a dimple.”

Silence.

I shrug. “Just saying.”

Evan glares at me.

“Who pissed in his Cheerios?” Matthis mutters to me.

I shrug again. Evan has been in a sour mood since we arrived yesterday. I wonder why? No telling. I gather my things together.

My things include Matthis’s video sunglasses, a key fob that’s a code scanner, and a cute little set of lock-picks that my dad gave me for my thirteenth birthday. I also have a 4.5 million-volt stun gun that looks exactly like a pink, girlie cell phone. It will drop a charging bull.

I may have zero ambition to be a spy, but as the daughter of two of them, I’ve gotten to play with some cool gadgets. Rita, who does want to be a spy, unearths new ones all the time. She is not-so-secretly envious that I’m in Paris at GI and she’s stuck back at Kennedy Prep in Washington, DC.

Rita’s also rebelling against the six-month moratorium on technology that her parents slapped on her. I know she’s on Kale’s computer and iPad every chance she gets. Her parents, Senator and Mrs. Jordan, are so busy and so clueless that they haven’t figured it out.

The Zurich headquarters of Jolie, Inc. are huge, modern, and beautifully designed. The six-story white building stretches an entire city block, and to either side of the main entrance rises a giant decorative structure that reminds me of a Matisse paper cutout. The effect is airy, artsy, whimsical, and elegant.

We hoped initially that we might be able to blend in with some of the employees and walk in, but that’s not going to happen. Every worker wears a scannable ID badge around his or her neck, with a photo on it, and goes through security on the way in and out. My guess is that the company’s founders are extremely protective of their innovative technology and wary of competitors—not to mention corporate spies. And they should be; Jolie, Inc. is a leading worldwide brand worth billions of dollars.

Evan and I must be aware that while we’re doing surveillance, Jolie, Inc.

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