finding courage

Chapter One

Chapter One

It seems as if the time just won't go by. As if I could make the time go by faster I look at the clock on my desk more intensely. It's not like it actually helps the time but it helps my inner emotions that seem to pile up otherwise. That could lead to a implosion. And I don't like imploding.

Nobody likes me imploding.

I sigh and roll my eyes at the clock. That doesn't help either.

Initially I would've been long gone by now. The plans for the locations are made – I even printed them out – and things are with 99% of the people arranged. And that's exactly the problem: 99%. Not a 100%, no. Because I'm waiting on the last 1% to call me and finalise the last part.

I don't understand managements of musicians. Never have, pretty sure I never will.

"You're still here?" I hear a voice coming from the door. My eyes shoot up and I look at my boss a.k.a. one of my best friends Chris. "One management still hasn't answered. We've agreed on them calling me in about" I look at my watch "15 minutes ago so I have to wa-" In this moment the phone is ringing.

Chris and I look at each other, grinning.

I pick up the phone "Jules Richards on the phone."

"Good day Ms. Richards. I am so sorry for being so late. I apologise. My client has had an accident, you might see it on the news tomorrow I'm sure, so I had to go to the hospital to check if he's fine. In all of that mess work piled up and that's why I'm so late. That is absolutely only an explanation and no excuse, I agree. I apologise so much." A woman babbles into the speakers.

All of a sudden my anger is gone. "Is your client okay though?" I ask with sympathy. It isn't because her client is a part of our event but because he's a person and I hope he's fine.

"Yes, thank you, yes. Two fingers and his ego are broken but other than that he's fine."

I laugh a little. She's funny. I already like her.

"So" she clears her throat "because of your plans. The head of our security branch sends his compliments on how you made the security plans for your event. It is apparently "absolutely secure"."

"Thank you! I'm glad to hear that."

"Have you worked in security for a long time?"

Now I'm the one who clears her throat "You could say that." I can't exactly tell her what I've done for a living a few years back. It hasn't been for a long time but it's still a part of my career. It's not something I wouldn't tell on a job application but being a Lieutenant down in Afghan isn't exactly what I can tell on a first phone call with someone who I only speak to because they need to agree on our plans and papers I've sent them.

"I have to be honest. I'm surprised to speak to a woman." She states. I grin. "It's not a bad thing though! I'm sorry, that must've come out wrong. I absolutely admire women who do stuff no one expects them to do."

I grin a little more. I really like her, reminds me of Laserface, who's an absolute genius at detecting bombs but an awkward dork when it comes to other people outside the troop.

"Why thank you." I tell her with a smile on my face. She must've heard my smile because it seems as if she calms down a bit.

"You must've had a busy day. I take it you agree with our plans and the papers I've sent you. Can you send me the signed papers back until tomorrow? Then I can send you the final papers afterwards."