Nope! Try again!

So, are you Elizabeth M.?

So sorry! Every time I've wanted to reply to you, I have wanted to post on another thread. And no, I'm not Elizabeth M. Try again!

It helped when you got desperate!  Yes, I'm Princess P. How did you guess? I thought you would get it right away, but it did take you a few guesses to guess me. Not that I wasn't happy about that!  Anyways, good guessing! Do you think anyone else will post?

 Rows of numbers filled the screen. Monster blinked. He had gotten in quickly. That was odd. Suddenly, Monster noticed a flash of purple from the corner of his eye.

 "JC," Monster said, without turning, "I'm not blind. I know you're there."

 "How'd you see me?" JC asked, materializing beside Monster.

 "Your hair's very noticeable." JC flicked her long dark lavender ponytail rebelliously in response. "Why'd you dye it that color anyway?"

 "I like purple," JC answered simply.

 "Well, it's very bright," Monster remarked. JC snorted.

 "That's so surprising. I didn't know that," JC said sarcastically. Monster shrugged and returned his focus to the task at hand: Stealing the numbers while leaving no trace.

 Monster began to type.

 "Be a doll, JC, and hand over Phlox," he said suddenly. JC scowled but did as he asked, reaching into her pocket and handing him a square disk-like thing with a plug. Monster inserted it into the computer.

 Outside the apartment building, a young woman rested on her haunches, poised on edge of the roof. Her beady black eyes surveyed the road below, making sure no one undesirable came near.

 The only thing on the street was an inconspicuous black Sedan with a driver inside, who donned a $6000 Brioni suit and $1000 Prada shoes. He was waiting for someone or, rather, someones.

 Now in a large mansion in a completely different country, lounged another luxuriously-dressed man. But he wasn't trying to be inconspicuous. He was trying to be noticeable. Prestigiously.

 This man in reality was over the age of 60, but preferred to say he was 40. He was also very selfish and devious but presumed the facade of a generous conglomerate, by giving large amounts of money to charities.

 Now, he was eating some very expensive food. Fresh and imported straight from France. If he had known that the very source of his profit was about to disappear, he would have been eating an inexpensive sandwich or salad instead, but he didn't know.

 Back in the apartment, Monster grinned triumphantly as he pulled out Phlox and pocketed it.

 "Let's ditch, JC," Monster said, striding towards the door. JC followed him as she pulled out a cell phone from a pocket inside her jacket. She dialed the beady-eyed girl.

 "We have it," JC said, then she hung up.

 Monster and JC left the apartment and went into the Sedan belonging to the expensively-dressed man.

 The expensively-dressed man drove off.

 And the beady-eyed girl dropped down from her perch silently before following the Sedan at a distance. 

Elizabeth M?

Nope.

Oregano? :-)

Nope and nope!

You aren't by any chance Princess P., are you?

I know for sure that she isn't Princess P. because I am! :-)

*giggles*

Are you Amy G?