I only own my character, Jacklyn
Moriarty's New Assistant
My name is Jacklyn Clockson. I have dark hair and green eyes. I'm in my in my early twenties, 22, and I love witchcraft. When I'm not working, I dress in black I'm a waitress at a London cafe and I don't have any friends. Anyway, I will get straight to the story: One night I was working the night shift; that night changed my life.
This guy came in the cafe. He was in his mid thirties with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a Westwood suit. There was something else-He was staring right at me with a smile on his face.
He sat down at a nearby booth by the window and I walked over, ready to take his order.
"What can I get for you tonight, sir?" I asked.
"Just a coffee, if you don't mind," he said in a soft voice.
"All right, I will be right back," I told him.
"Wait a minute," he said.
"Yes," I asked.
"Come here. Sit down and talk with me for a few minutes."
"Well, okay." I walked over and sat down across from him in the booth.
"Jacklyn. Pretty name," he said with a smile. His teeth were glowing white. "I'm Jim Moriarty," he said.
"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Moriarty, but I should be getting back to work," I said.
"But we haven't had our talk yet," he said.
"Look, you seem like a nice guy, but I'm to young for you," I said.
"Oh, no. I'm not interested like that. I'm sorry if I confused you," he explained.
"So, what do you want?" I asked.
"When do you get off work?" he asked.
"In a few minutes," I told him.
"Good. Meet me outside," he said as he got up to leave.
"But what about your coffee?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I will give you some money for the trouble," he said and walked out the door.
After I clocked out, I grabbed my purse and my coat and walked outside. He was waiting for me all right.
"So, shall we go?" He suggested.
"Go? I thought we were just going to talk," I said.
"We are. But we need to be some place safe," said Jim.
He got us a cab and we both got in it. It was weird; I wasn't freaked out like most girls my age would be in this situation.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"All in good time," he said.
The ride was short.
"Is this your flat?" I asked, getting out of the cab.
"Yes, Come in," he said, opening the door.
I began to walk in before he said, "Please take off your shoes."
"Okay," I said, sliding off my Converse sneakers.
"Please forgive me, I'm a bit of a neat freak. Do sit down."
I did as he said and took a seat on the couch while he sat down across from me.
"All right, I will begin: I need an assistant," said Moriarty.
"An assistant? What for?" I asked curiously, but flattered.
"Yes, I'm a consulting criminal and I could use a sidekick."
"Wait? You're a criminal?" I asked.
"Yes, One of the best in London. But it gets lonely not having anyone to share it with," he said.
"Why me?" I asked.
"Jacklyn, when I first met you tonight, I could see that you had the makings of a true criminal."
"You think I would make a good criminal?" I asked, excited.
"Yes, I do... With a little help from me," said Moriarty, smiling.
Gosh, his smile could kill. I felt like I would do anything for this guy.
"So, will you do it?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. I began to get up to leave.
"Just one more thing you should know. I cannot have you coming and going; it's just too risky. So you will have to live with me."
"Okay, fine. Do you have a spare room?" I asked.
"Yes, I do," he said.
"Okay, I can move in tomorrow," I said.
"Very well. Before you go, do you have a cell phone?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, giving him my phone. He put his number in it.
"And can you text?" He asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Good," he said, giving me my phone, "I will see you tomorrow, Jacklyn."
"Same to you," I said as I left.
I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a sidekick to a criminal mastermind.
