Work In Progress

Getting The Job

Authors note: imma use italicized words for the narrator or in other words the voice in his head. This is my second story the first one i haven't been around much for so I'll be working on both.

The windows were opened enough to let the cool crisp October air in. A gently breeze caused the dark black curtains flap, like the wings of a raven. The clock on the desk showed 6:44 AM in crimson blocked numbers. The dark haired main stared at the screen of a laptop, nothing pulled up seeming to be lost in thought.

A tall male slouched over a desk, his light hazel eyes glued to the screen if a small dark blue laptop. He had short messy dark black hair, about three inches in length. He had a clean shaven broad chined face. His mouth was stuck in a straight line causing him to look as if angered. His skin was a chalky white despite the fact most his time is spent outside. The clothes he wore was a simple brown leather jacket with a white under shirt, well worn blue jeans and black tennis shoes.

The room he was in was mostly barren, only a simple oak desk with a large leather wheeled chair behind it that the male sat in. The windows were cracked open about four inches, covered by long black curtains. On the desk was a few vanilla folders are stacked on the left side of the desk. Papers littered the ground of the small office along with one or two bottles of whiskey. On the right side of the desk was a digital alarm clock facing the chair, and beside the desk on the right side was a small metal trash can. Across the desk was two simple wooden armed chairs. The door was across the room from the desk, a glass window in the center of a small tan door. Above the desk hung a simple single bulb light.

As the clock on the table turned to 6:50 AM it started to blare. Signaling that it was time to start his day and no longer day dream.

He jumped slightly at the sudden noise looking around as if someone in the room was making it. Slowly he looked down at the alarm clock on the table blinking a few times as he stared at it. Moving his hand over the clock he let it drop turning the alarm off, his hand lingering on top of the clock for a moment or so longer.

After those few short moments he pushed back against the desk, moving his chair away allowing him room to stand. With an almost silent yawn he stood from his chair lumbering away from the desk towards the door. His eyes still clouded by sleep watched the ground he walked upon. As he reached the door he stretched out his hand to twist the deadbolt to unlock the door. After hearing the soft click of the door unlocking he turned back to his desk.

"I need to get a coffee maker in here." He mumbled to himself. His voice was soft and quiet, the mumble sounding more like a whisper. As he started towards his desk he wiped the sleep from his eyes, using his left hand. With his right hand he picked up the stack of files moving them over the ground beside his desk. Lazily he dropped the files letting them land with a thud against the floor. With his desk now 'clean' he walked in front of his chair and sat down. Scooting in he clicked open a word document tapping away. Writing nothing on the document, well nothing of importance simply wanting to look busy.

He continued to type random words into unreadable sentences until there was four knocks on the door. His eyes lifted from the screen as he clicked out of the document. "Come in." He called out, making sure to talk louder than usual so the person on the other end could hear him. After a few seconds the door was pushed open and a woman around twenty-five walked in.

He could tell by the way she walked she needed answers, his mind raced to figure out what she might as him to look for. Maybe a cheating husband? The dame looked good enough to have any man in the city.

The woman slowly walked to the desk, she had dark red hair that was about shoulder length maybe a little longer. She wore a dark blue dress, nothing fancy. The dress went to about half way down her shin, held up by two inch and a half straps on either shoulder. As she walked the clicking of heels could be heard giving away she was shorter than she appeared. Seeming to stand around 5'10 or 5'11. Still moving slowly she sat in one of the two chairs opposite the male. "H-hello." Her voice was quiet, not as his but quiet due to being shy. She avoided eye contact as much as she could, every once in a while her light blue eyes looking into his.

The breeze from the early October morning made the dress she wear shift slightly, her hair being shifted by the air as well. He watched her as she sat in the chair. The first time their eyes met his heart fluttered with joy, he didn't know what she wanted but he knew what he wanted. He wanted nothing more than t-

'Shut up.' He thought to silence the voice, at times it would ramble as if trying to force him into something. Taking a second to gather his thoughts he gave the woman a slight smile. "Good morning, i am Jake." 'But you probably knew that as you came into my office.' He thought. He was use to talking to himself inside his head most of the time he was on a job he would. So this was nothing different except this was possibly getting a job.

The woman gave a slight smile and nodded at the name. "Yes. I know who you are, and what you do. I am Alice, and from what I heard was that you were willing to look into things. Depending on how difficult they are you don't charge much."

Jake slowly nodded as she talked as a sign that he was listening. "That is Correct ma'am. What can i look into for you?" He looked at her face as they talked, having it be a bit difficult due to her avoiding eye contact like it was the plague.

Jake was eager to take the job from the dame, seeing a rabbit hole he was more than willing to jump in for her. Having no idea how deep and strange the rabbit hole was. He didn't care, maybe because he was too busy undressing her in his mind, or most likely because he didn't want to decline the lady.

"Well.... it's a friend of mine. After visiting the new exhibit in the museum they have been acting.... strange. Not small things being different strange but cutting herself off from old friends, spending more time alone in a dark house strange. Will you look into this please." Her eyes slowly found his, pleading him to take the job with them.

Jake ignoring the voice within his head listened to Alice. As she finished he thought for a moment before nodding. "I need am address and the name of your friend. I'll visit the exhibit then her afterwards." He leaned back as he talked, breaking the eye contact to look up at the ceiling to think. Crossing his arms across his chest for a moment before opening a drawer on the left side of the desk. Pulling a small leather bound notebook and a pen from within. Setting it on the desk as he looked into her eyes again. "Write down her name and address and then you are free to go."

The lady quickly nodded picking up the pen and flipping open the book. Scribbling down a name, first and last, before an address just as quickly. Once down she gave a slight bow standing up and hurrying out of the office. Shutting the door behind her.