Chapter 3

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Hello! So, as I said, school is going to be taking up a lot of my time. The story will go on, though. It will just not be first priority. Thoughts are in bold. Enjoy!

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Jacob's POV

Ding-Dong. My head snapped up from my book.

"Coming!" I yelled as I got up from my chair. I opened the door to see a blonde man. The man whose coffee I took. Blake. D*mn it! He's here to... to do something to me. He brushed past me, then once he was in the living room, he stopped.

"So you're the Wraith. I would have thought that your apartment would be more... lavish, what with all the things you've stolen."

That comment made me go on the defensive. I hate it when people talk like that. It's like they expect me to keep the stuff I steal.

"I sell most of the stuff I steal. I need to pay the bills and eat, thanks very much. Not all of us have been rolling in dough our entire life."

"Of course. I meant no offense. Now, you must be wondering why I'm here."

I nod, as I had been wondering.

"I want to offer you a job. Collecting intelligence for me on anyone I tell you to. You will be paid a quite reasonable salary."

"Do I get to screw people over? By stealing their secrets?"

Blake smiled, as if this was exactly what he had hoped I would say.

"Yes. You get to screw people over, though their misfortune may not be immediate."

"That make it even better. Then they've forgotten why their luck is going south. Yes. I'll take that job."

Blake gave me another smile, then nodded.

"Perfect. I'll have someone get you when I have need of your talents. Now, farewell."

With that, he and his bodyguards exited my apartment. This man is a gods be d*mned enigma. Well at least I have a good paying, steady job now.

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Hey! This chapter is dedicated to Dawn. (You know who you are.) Also dedicated to my irl friend.

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