His Deadly Illusions (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I hate really hate morning, but the thing I hate more is cheery people in the morning. I mean really, why are people so jolly at seven am? The only time I’m jolly is when it’s Christmas, I got laid the night before and the sex was awesome, or if someone makes me bacon and I can go back to bed.

Getting up at 6:30, I hop into the shower to freshen up and I blow dry my hair before I do my daily beauty routine. Today at ten, I’m meeting with a new kid and I have to dress up a little so I get my best blue skinny jeans and my black blazer I wear when I have to look important. Hmm now for a shirt, I could go with the white fitted t-shirt that says, “I’m not being supervised and it scares me too, but the possibilities are endless,” or I can go with the pale blue V-neck that says, “Sorry, I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person.”

Oh the challenging decisions I have to make daily, I guess I’ll go with the first choose and grab my black ankle boots that scary professional who kicks ass. When I go to meet my new cases, I like to dress casual so I don’t stick out like a sore thumb and I really hate fancy clothes.

Fluffing my hair a little, I grab my purse and my aviator sunglasses. Its half past seven and I quickly pour my morning coffee into my red travel mug that says, “I’ll try to be nicer to you if you try to be less stupid.” Mixing in four tablespoons of sugar and a splash of vanilla creamer, ok maybe two or three; I like sweet stuff.

Walking to the door, I grab my keys and I’m out. Passing the door that belongs to Mr. Personality; I get to the elevator and press the down button. The good thing about this apartment complex is there are only seven floors and on each floor are four apartments so  it isn't crowded.

The door dings open and I cringed when I see Mrs. Hampton with her little ball of evil at her side whose name is Elvis; the toy poodle from hell. Keeping my distance, I get in and just as the door begin to close my lovely neighbor slides in. I was silently hoping that the door would close faster and slam on his face, but to no avail God wasn't on my side today.

“You know for a neighbor, who hates noise, you sure are loud. Are you a secret dancer in clogging?” I break silence and I was hoping to get a laugh, heck even a smile, maybe a smirk, but nothing.

“Was just unpacking, nothing more.” He replies and I want to bang my head against the metal door.

Sighing as the doors open up to the main floor, I say, “You could act a little sorry, but it seems you are incapable of showing any emotion. You know I am trying to imagine you with a personality, but nothing is coming to mind.”

“I like to keep to myself.” He replies and I want to throw my coffee at his face.

“Well it’s fun having one sided conversations with you, but I have to make a difference in the world.” I answer as I get in my Changer and I didn't wait for a reply.

Speeding off to my office that takes fifteen minutes in morning traffic, I make it in record time and I walk in. Working for DHR is an interesting job and I honestly love it. Not many people can handle it and oddly the kids love me. My boss says I have a childlike quality, but Uncle Richie calls it immaturity. Tomato, tomahhdo; makes no difference to me. All I know is I’m great at what I do and I have made a difference in many people’s lives for the better.

“Hey Jo, heard you had an excited day yesterday. Here is the file on Delilah Gates and word of advice, she is a tough cookie.” Mandy my adviser greets me.

Smiling at her, I reply, “Yeah, I find all the fun in town and thanks for the file, got anything else you can tell me.”

“Just that she is a mouthy sixteen years old who is mad at the world. Also she is at the Miller’s House.” Mandy answers and I groan.