Vow of Unity

Chapter 3

   My eyes do not move away from the screen for a long time. It's an issued warrant sent out by the Officer's Branch of the Angels. My mind is moving so fast that I can barely comprehend what it says, so I take a deep breath and read further into it.
   "A female Curse has escaped from Section 3, Block 4-A of the Damned Area. She is said to be extremely dangerous by her superiors. If you come into contact with her, notify the closest Branch to her general area." I read out loud to myself.
   "She was last spotted within the City. From three different sources we have concluded that she is wearing a red shirt and athletic pants. Approach her with caution, and Stay Safe. Thank you."
   I lean back in my chair, and place my hands behind my head. After reading that I either need to go out and get some fresh air or take the day off.
   "Are you okay, sir?" Ann asks me with a confused look.
   "Yeah. I'm fine, just didn't sleep well last night is all."
   "Well, I'm glad to hear it because Atlas would like to see you in his office."
   My mood couldn't have gotten worse. I give Ann a frown and she shrugs, mouthing the word, "Sorry."
   Walking to his office I wave at all the different people I see, including Desk Workers, Managers, Clients, and even some Administrators. Most of them wave back or give me a little nod. I was glad to see no one overreact like some do when I give a simple hello or small gesture. They act as if I'm their boss and they have to please me. I just work here.
   I reach Atlas' office, and fix myself up a bit before I walk in.
   "Good Morning-"
   "Sit." He commands, cutting me off.
   I take a seat in front of his desk in a decently comfortable chair. He automatically tosses some papers on the desk.
   "I'll ignore the fact that you aren't dressed properly, just create an advertisement for this company."
   He digs through his drawer and hands me a business card.
   "This is the CEO's card. All of the information should be in the papers, but if you have any questions call that number."
   He dismisses me with the wave of his hand and as I'm getting up to walk out he says one last thing.
"Watch out for that Curse roaming around here, especially because she's a woman!"
He starts laughing like an idiot as I step out. As much as I'd like to hate the man, he's the reason for my success. He built up my foundation for growth, even though I was quite literally a no one.
"How'd it go?" Ann asks with the phone to her ear. She probably has someone on hold.
"This is how it went," I reply, showing her the thick folder Atlas gave me. She rolls her eyes and goes back typing on her computer.
"Also Ann, before I forget, schedule a video shoot with the usual people."
"What day do you want to that to be, sir?"
I look at the papers, skimming through them.
"Give me about three days to type up a general idea and script."
She gives me a thumbs up as she begins talking to someone on the phone. I sigh, dropping myself into my seat and opening the Manila folder.
"Hmm."
I flip through the pages a bit until reading about the company.
They're called, "CC&C (Curse Control and Containment)". It says their main goal is to get a better grip on the issue with Curses coming into our world. They want to "fence in" all the different Sections of the Damned, thinking it will later lead to less Angels needed in that area and overall better lifestyles. This is all so fitting with the whole Eve situation going on.
"I can't do this," I say to myself, reading through all the information they want me to include.
If I make this advertisement and it becomes globally broadcasted as most of my work does, the image I'm trying to create for myself will be ruined. I don't understand why Atlas gave me this job when all of my past works have just been for simple products or neutral companies.
How could the Curses trust a man to bring them together, that looks as if he supports there suppression?
I throw the folder onto my desk and some of the papers fly out, slowly falling to the ground.
"Woah, what's your problem?"
I look up to put a face with a voice and see one of my work friends, Tracy, leaning against the doorframe.
"It's nothing. The boss just gave me a difficult job."
"Was it the CC&C one?" He inquires, sitting at the wooden chair I keep in the corner of my office.
"Yes. Did he try to put it on you?"
He nods, "I straight up told him that I wouldn't do it. I don't necessarily like the Curses, but I don't have anything against them."
I run my hand through my hair and tap my foot against the ground. All I can do is think about the problems with this job.
"He's different with you when it comes to work. He thinks you believe you have to do it because he's the only reason you have this job."
"He's not wrong. Would any other job hire someone without any proof of their existence?"
He laughs, "I see your point. How's that going for you by the way? Found any leads?"
"No. None at all."
   "Well," Tracy stands up, "I'll leave you to your work then."
   He leaves, shutting the door behind him. I then lay my head on the cold wood of my desk. It's like I can never get a break and I have absolutely no clue on how I'll get out of this job, but I'll think of a way.
   I think I had my head on that desk for a few hours, thoughts of life, myself and Eve running through my head.