The Revenge Scam

Encounters

Charles Stewart was a private investigator. He quite liked his job except for the fact that his job sucked. So basically he hated his job. He got up that morning, slicked back his mullet, and dragged himself to the office. As he walked through the door he groaned at the sight of the growing pile of case files on his desk. Picking up the first one, he plopped down on his uncomfy chair and flipped through the folder. The case had been quite different from his usual ones. Turns out some lady had lost her fortune in a painfully obvious scam.

How did she not realize that was fake? It looks like this is going to be a long night. He thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Maria! Where is the new chair that I ordered!?" he shouted through the office, the sound resonating off the walls.

"Oh, I don't know sir, has it not arrived yet?" Maria's soft voice answered back.

Well of course it hasn't bloody arrived yet, that's why I'm asking!

"No Maria, it has not."

Sighing, he placed his feet on his desk and got ready for the dreadful thing called his work. A few moments later he finally closed the file. He had decided that it would not be worth giving his time into it and was going to send it down to the lower division to work on. As he put it onto the pile labelled 'lower division', Maria burst through the door trying to catch her breath, "Sir there is someone here to see you. I think it's someone very important!" Confused, he sat up from his chair and walked through the door. Standing in front of her desk stood a lady wearing a pink and black dress with a matching parasol in her hand.

"Good evening sir, are you the detective that is supposed to be working my case?

"Um yes, madam. Are you the one that so foolishly fell for it?"

At this, the lady scowled and walked through to his office. Looking around she noticed her case sitting in the lower division pile. "Where is my case file?" she asked, a skeptical tone in her voice. She knew the answer but wanted to see what he was going to say.

"Oh, I just put it into my desk but I had locked it so I shall not get it out right now. Is there anything you need?"

She glared angrily at him, how dare he reply in such a manner to her.  She held her parasol as if it were a sword and pointed it at his face, "Sir I would not appreciate my case file being put in the lower division. This is a very serious matter which should be dealt with right away! I know you put it there, I can see it!"

She pointed angrily at the file and then back at his face. He lowered the point of the parasol away from him with a grim expression on his face, "Now madam, I do not care who you are, but you will not come in and demand something of me in such a barbaric manner."

"I am not being barbaric! I am simply being reasonable!"

"Excuse me but you are the one being unreasonable. You come in here and accuse me of such foolery, telling me how to do my job! Now I suggest that you leave."

"Do you not know who I am? I am the royal dutchess of Trawmore, ruler over that land!"

"I do not care if you own land. In fact, you probably don't even know how that works, it was probably just passed down to you," he sneered.

That seemed to hit a mark in the lady and she pointed her parasol again at the man, "Well, I do not care what you think! And for your information It was not passed down to me, rather I earned it myself. But, if you had even to pay attention to my file, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT!" She sighed in annoyance and walked away from him. "It's no bother, it is clear that you didn't want to work on this case. I suppose I'll just pay another detective a great deal of money to solve this." At the sound of the word money, he stood up straighter.

    Ooh, money! I like money!

He slicked his dark, brown mullet back and slid over to her, "I do not think that will be necessary. In fact, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I meant to say that it has been quite a long day for me and I am ever so tired. So how about we finish our little chat tomorrow?" He smiled, although it was more of his attempt at a smile because he doesn't do it often. The duchess looked over and tried not to laugh at his attempt of being nice.

"I very much agree with you. It certainly seemed that we got off on the wrong foot. Very well, I shall see you tomorrow." With those parting words, she turned around and left his office. Charles was relieved to see her go. "She caused such a trouble." He sighed as he sat down at his desk. "Although, I do hope what she's paying me is enough."