Love from Another (A Michael Jackson FanFic)

Chapter 2: The Double Cross

I shielded my eyes from the sun as the cab driver sped away.

This can't be the right address.

I looked at my forearm to make sure I didn't screw up the location. Hmm, it was the right building but there were only four cars in the lot.

The only sign on the outside was a huge weathered 'For Lease' sign...that had the same number as the want ad.

RED FLAG.

Someone was obviously screwing with me. Dammit! There was no way I was going into that building by myself.

Just as I was hailing a taxi to leave, a girl with a Walkman and pink headphones came bouncing up the street. She reminded me of myself but shorter and Caucasian with blue eyes and teased platinum blonde hair. She seemed to be assessing the building in the same way I was through jet black Ray Bans. She hung her headphones around her neck and pressed a button on her Walkman. She had to be interviewing today too. I approached her, "hey, do you want to go in together? I'm here for the 'jack-of-all trades ad."

She smiled showing a row of perfect teeth and nodded, "hell yes I do--hun, you are totally rocking those jeans! Name's Jessica, Jess for short." I shook her outstretched hand with neon purple nails. I looked down to remind myself what I had chosen to wear. A high-waisted pair of acid wash jeans with a sleeveless white cotton crop top. I smiled and thanked her as we made our way toward the entrance.

Jessica seemed like a girl I could be friends with. She was confident and seemed genuinely happy. She couldn't have been any older than 30. She popped her gum as we walked through the deserted building, "so" she started with a thick Boston accent, "whaddaya think this job reaally is?" she questioned.

I hooked my thumbs in my belt loops and shrugged, "you know--I honestly have no clue. The ad seemed so discreet. I can only assume it's probably for some diplomat or high profile person. Maybe picking up coffee for Whitney Houston?" I joked.

Jessica seemed more animated at this point, "oh my freaking gosh. I would have a coronary! My friends would be sooooo jealous. There's no way I'd be able to keep that to myself. Hows about you?" she chided. I scrunched my face and looked at her.

What the hell was she talking about?

"You know!" she continued, "the tabloids would eat up a story about Whitney's choice in coffee. Make a few bucks on the side, what's the harm?!" Hell. If they gave me a job, I could be cleaning the Popes shoes and I wouldn't tell a soul! Why would I risk my job just to gloat to friends? Tell the press? Stupid move. I just need to pay my damn rent.

"Come on, Jessica." I laughed, "no job is worth losing just for a good story."

Jessica stopped just short of a cracked door and said without her thick Bostonian accent, "perfect. Come inside, Alex. We have much to discuss."