Psychronic (Short Story)

Part Two

Every Sunday was a day off for me, no exceptions. Yet, for some odd reason there was a knock on the front door. I worked for a complex system that used people like me. It was a mentally exhausting job, but it paid the bills and I got to help people find peace, so it wasn't such a bad thing being used for good.My bosses supplied me with clients to make appointments with, but I was not notified about a new client, especially on a Sunday when I didn't work because I had to rest my mind.

It was strange to me because no one knew where I lived, the only people that ever showed up were clients and the pizza delivery man.

As I passed by the coat hangers, I grabbed my jacket and mounted it on my shoulders to protect myself from the cold air of an early December. I struggled to open the front door, the knob sometimes got jammed and I had to push, kick and pull the door to get it working.Nick was supposed to fix it a long time ago but kept forgetting.

Something clicked and I smiled as I opened the door to greet the visitor.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I said to the man wearing the black suit and holding a suspicious looking briefcase.

Without saying a word, he raised the briefcase and opened it. I stared at the money inside, the hundred dollar bills all laid perfectly on top of each other. Never in my life had I seen that much cash in one place. I looked at the man, confused.

"I need to speak to my brother and I was told you could help me,"the man said, removing his hat and holding it over his chest. "My name is Chester."

"I'm sorry, I'm usually told about anyone that shows up before they do."

"Yes, they informed me it was your day off, but I'm afraid it's an emergency." He looked sad, and desperate.

"Alright, come in," I said, stepping aside to let him enter my home.

"Thank you so much for helping me, I truly am sorry if I've caused any inconvenience."

The only thing I could think of was the money in his briefcase. One downside to being a psychic for these people I worked for was the fact that I only served rich and powerful people. It was supposed to keep me safe and a secret from the rest of the world. But I also cared about those who could not afford such things and needed the help.

"Payments aren't made upfront, I assume you know that as well?"I told him as I lead him to the library. "Especially not cash."

"Yes, I'm aware. They said it was okay."

Nick was on the computer when we entered, wearing a headset that muted any outside sounds. Which was why he jumped in surprise when we entered the room and saw the strange man behind me, because he hadn't heard any knock.

"Um."

"Nick, this is Chester. Chester, this is my husband, Nick," I introduced them both.

"Who is Chester?" Nick asked, confused, speaking as if he wasn't in the room with us.

Chester walked towards the desk and gently placed the briefcase in front of Nick and stepped back. "I'm sorry to bother you both on a Sunday, but it was an emergency. They let me visit Aimee today,hoping she could help me. In exchange, I have offered quite a lot of money for your help, cash. So they won't have any say on how much you keep and how much they keep, it's all yours." He smiled as Nick flipped open the briefcase and his eyes went wide.

"Do you want me to stay?" Nick asked, looking into my eyes.

"I don't mind," Chester replied instead.