Okay, I think some thanking is in order. These people have all been so supportive, even when I wasn't posting for this story and some people who were also great enough to try out my other story, which I finished. Thank you to:
I love each and every one of you. I am so sorry if I missed you, it might have been too far back in my notifications.
I do have to say that these may not be as frequent because I have become addicted to writing and it is affecting my grades. I have used writing on Wattpad as my excuse to not do my work on time and it needs to stop. So, I will only write if I have done my work for the day, which I have.
-Bethany
Also, here are the translations from Russian to English, their pronunciations will be in () (These were put through google translate):
1: They have sent me here from the America branch to see how things are running over here.(Oni prislali menya syuda iz amerikanskogo otdeleniya, chtoby posmotret', kak u nas dela idut.) I have brought my daughter so that she can see what her father does.
2: Of course, right this way, sir. Your daughter is beautiful. (Konechno, imenno tak, ser. U vas krasivaya doch'.)
3: Thank you (Spasibo)
4: What's your name? (Kak vas zovut?)
5: Jamie. Her name is Jamie. (Dzheymi. Yeye zovut Dzheymi.) Sorry, she doesn't speak Russian. (Izvinite, ona ne govorit po russki.)
"I just want to make sure you know that I fucking hate you," I whisper as we enter the building. I was wearing a pink and purple tutu with sparkly black leggings underneath. I then wore a t-shirt with some character I didn't know the name of. Then, he made me wear barrettes in my hair to keep my hair out of my eyes. I also wore a blue eye contact over my brown eye.
"Be quiet," he whispered. We held hands as I was extremely uncomfortable.
"Они прислали меня сюда из американского отделения, чтобы посмотреть, как у нас дела идут," Ward says to the man at the front desk, "Я привел свою дочь, чтобы она могла видеть, что делает ее отец."
I stare up at Ward as he shows his work ID to the man.
"Конечно, именно так, сэр. У вас красивая дочь," the man answers as he comes from behind the desk.
"Спасибо," Ward replies. I didn't know what they were saying, I didn't really care though, but I could tell that the man was nervous for the sudden inspection, however. I could also tell that the man couldn't speak English.
"Как вас зовут?" the man asks as he turns towards me as we walk. I look up to Ward for an explanation.
"Джейми. Ее зовут Джейми." "Извините, она не говорит по русски."
It was odd. I observed the place, but none of them seemed to speak English. Usually, in big workplaces like these where getting English-speaking visitors is common, they'd have people who can speak English. They'd at least have a Russian to English dictionary.
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FanfictionPandora Logan is a fourteen-year-old genius assassin. She is considered a sociopath to most. When she is hired by H.Y.D.R.A., she has a run-in with the Avengers. This is the first time she doesn't know what is going to happen next.
