Just as I had started drifting off at my desk the phone rang.
"Novak Interior Design, Castiel speaking."
I knew the line like the back of my hand but I still loved the sound of it. My own buisness was all I had ever wanted in life, and here I was.
"Yes, I know who I've called. Now I require your services at once!" A shrill, english female voice declared.
"Uh, of course, ma'am. Er... Can you tell me your name and address and I'll be at your location as soon as possible." I really wasn't good under pressure.
Buisness had been unbearably slow so I didn't even have to make an appointment. "Obviously," she snapped, "I'm Bela Talbot, perhaps you've heard of me?" I sighed , of course the first client in a millenia would be this witch.
"Um, I'm afraid not, Ms. Talbot, but I would like to do buisness with you so I'm going to need the address." I explained in the least annoyed tone I could manage.
I heard her huff over my earpiece. "Fine. 2964 Crossroads Lane, 89605. I'll be expecting you ASAP. Understand?" Before I could respond she hung up forcefully.
I released the breathe I wasn't aware I was holding and thought I should leave immediately before she called again. I shrugged on my trenchcoat and slung my bag with my blueprints and everything I needed over my shoulder.
"Balthezar! Gabriel!" I called to my brothers, who were probably putting fruit in the microwave, again. I heard a cacophony of shushes and giggles from the break room before my golden haired brother's head popped up with a sucker in his mouth.
"Yes, brother dearest?" Gabriel replied innocently. Which probably ment he was doing something stupid, but I didn't have time to stop him.
"I'm going out on a job. Don't light anything on fire and do not order any prostitutes." I told him as I plucked my keys off the desk.
"Of course, Cassie! Jesus, it happens one time..." He smirked before slinking back to whatever trouble he was causing. I sighed deeply and prayed as I left the building that I wouldn't return to a crater.