Hello Mr. E. Nigma

Proposition

Loreli's pov

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Ugh, what is that?

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My phone? Who could possibly be calling me at this hour of the night? It's night right? I reluctantly open my eyes to the outside world. My room is still dark with the exception of the light from the moon.

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Whoever is calling me is relentless. Sighing, I reach for my phone and check the ID number. Blocked. Edward maybe? But he usually calls using the number he gave me but him being who he is I wouldn't put it past him to use a different number at times. I accept the call and put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" I answer tiredly.

"Ah, I was afraid you'd never pick up." a new voice says I can feel his smile through the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Not really important. Sorry for calling so early but my boss would love to meet you miss Everhart."

"How do you know who I am and where did you get this number?" I'm pretty blunt in the morning.

"It took a bit of digging to find you we only got your first name but then we narrowed it down by discovering your job, or should I say previous job? Riddles. It really gives you and Edward Nygma a connection doesn't it?" I'm not sure if I should trust this, a part of me is telling me to just hang up but the other wants to know what they want. "I'm not gonna hurt you, in fact, my boss and Edward are friends. Ed talks about you a lot and my boss just found out about your lack of a job so he'd like to help."

"Who's your boss?"

"Carmine Falcone." Where have I heard that name before? It sounds so familiar..... My eyes widen and my heart stops for a moment, Carmine Falcone is the head mob boss in Gotham! I remember reading the articles from work of how powerful he is. All the other mobsters are just looking for him to fall but he still stands taller than anybody, even though he's getting older. I can't find any words to say to the man at the other end of the line. Messing with Falcone usually leads to body bags. What is Edward doing being friends with this man? "You've heard of him I assume?"

"Y-yes."

"Relax Miss Everhart. Just go to 125 Criston street. The rest of your questions will be answered there." He hung up.

The last words just hung in the air with me. Should I go see what this is all about? If it's avoid be getting a job would it be worth it? And do I even have a choice to go? No, that last question is stupid, with these kinds of people there really is no choice. I have to go.

Upon arrival I have to say the location surprises me. It isn't anything like I expected, it isn't a run down place with rigid gang members standing in front it. It looks to me like a respectable business. Everything looks in order, nothing suspicious but ironically that's what also makes it suspicious. "Miss Everhart?" I blink being snapped back to reality. A man stands the smiling at me.

"Yeah that's me."

"I see you didn't bring a car. Don't tell me you walked?"

"I didn't. Now why am I here?" I ask tersely. "You're the guy from on the phone right?"

He nods, "Very good. Come with me." he smiles as he leads me inside. The inside is just as neat as the outside, perfectly tiled floor that shines like crystal, a nice lobby with everything that would be expected for maybe a hotel. We walk to the front desk and a genial girl beams at us, my escort talks to her for a bit. At the end of their conversation she nods and steps into the back door. We're left waiting for a moment till she comes back, "Go on in, he's waiting." she tells me. The man holds the door open for me to get behind the counter and the woman holds the second door open. As soon as I ever the room a bad feeling overwhelms me.