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small author's note before reading, there are a lot of time skips in this chapter, so every time you see "⁂" there has been a time skip!
╰┈➤ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞
ELIZABETH WOULD'VE RATHER BEEN ANYWHERE ELSE THAN IN THE SMALL PLASTIC CHAIR THAT DUG INTO HER LEGS. But her mother decided she was old enough to finally join an agency so here she was at Jacobs Agency where the air reeked so badly it felt like her nose was going to fall off.
Yet, her mother was the spitting image of perfection once again as she sat beside her daughter, her back a rod with her shoulders straight back. Her long brown hair pulled back into a tight and elegant bun. She screamed, "Don't mess with me."
Across the table, sat a large plump man with a balding head who looked bored and rather tired as he slightly slurred his words, and Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder if he was a drunk. "Tell me about your daughter, Mrs. Adler," the man said, making Elizabeth glare at the floor as she ducked her head, letting her long brown hair fall in her face. Rules of elegance be damned if she was going to be joining an agency. Especially this one where she could practically feel the death in the air without forming a connection.
Her mother however continued without a care as she smiled, after all, all Elizabeth was was a giant paycheck. Especially after Nick's death Florence blamed Elizabeth. "Elizabeth here has had talent since she was only six," her mother started. "She's always had great luck with touch and telling what the source was with a graze."
This was true, they had found out when one of Florence's clients had brought in a relic. One touch and Elizabeth had wanted to crawl out of her skin with how strong of a source it was.
The man leered at Elizabeth, sending a shiver down her spine. The glint in his eyes was the same as her mother's, she wasn't another person but just another asset. She hated it. If she had no choice but to join then she was going to make their life a living hell. "So, she's a toucher?"
Her mother nodded. "Yes, but she can also hear them, it's not as strong as her touch," she stated. It was odd to hear her mother speak about her in an almost proud tone.
Elizabeth could count on one hand the amount of times that her mother had been proud of her. This was one of them.
The man smiled, yellow teeth shining lowly in the dim light. "Well, you're in luck. We've a vacancy."
Elizabeth's shoulders slumped. She knew the odds of her getting out of this was slim to none but she still couldn't help but hope he would deny her. Now, she would be stuck in another hellhole. Hopefully, this place wasn't as bad as home. "Oh, good," her mother smiled.
The man leaned back in his chair, returning a smile as he crossed his arms. "Mrs. Clarke will take care of her paperwork, her office is just down the hall."
