Chapt. 3

At Joanne's office is wearing an all black suit, with slight bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep with a side of stress from the night before. Leaning back in her chair, feet on the desk with her pen tapping on the bottom of her chin, she begins thinking. Just then, her secretary, Carol, walks in.

"Ma'am, you got a call." The short redhead young lady announces.

Joanne not even looking up. "Tell them that I'm out."

Carol walks over to her boss' desk with concern. "Ma'am, is there something wrong? You've told me to tell your calls that you've left the office."

The lawyer glances up at her employee. "I have a proposition for you."

Carol, surprised, takes a seat. "Ma'am, what do you need me to do?"

Joanne grins, shaking her head. "Carol, you've been working for me for six months, this whole ma'am thing has to stop. My name is Joanne Jefferson."

Carol smiles, feeling more comfortable. "Okay, Joanne…Jo…JJ."

Joanne grins disappears as she also stops tapping her chin with her pen. "Now you've just pushed it to Ms. Jefferson."

Carol smiles vanishes quickly and clears her throat. "So uh, what exactly do you need me for?"

Thinking again, Joanne looks away from Carol. "So, you've met my girlfriend Maureen right?"

"I have, she seems amazing, she's-"

Joanne waves her hand, cutting her off to silence. "You want to make a little extra money?"

Carol eyes become quite large with the offer but become suspicious. "No offense, but what's the catch?"

"How are your P.I. skills?" Joanne questions.

"I'm sorry my what?"

Joanne drops her head back and lift again, looking at Carol. "Your P.I. skills, you know, private investigator, how your skills?"

Carol smirks, playfully rolls her eyes and crosses her legs with confidence. "Well I'm not the one to brag, but if I had a dollar for each time I caught my friends' boyfriend cheating-"

Joanne cuts her off in an unfazed expression. "Perfect. You're hired."

Carol jumps up excitedly, but it soon came to curiosity once again. "Wait, what am I doing?"

Placing her feet onto the ground from the desk, Joanne rises from her chair, smoothing out her black suit. "I'm explain, sit." She asks politely.

Carol does as she's told while Joanne continued as she walked from behind her desk. "I don't this normally but I need you to go keep an eye out for my girlfriend Maureen."

Carol scans the room making sure that she was talking to her. "Me? I can't-"

"Why not?" Joanne leans in close to her employee.

Carol leans back from intimidating woman. "Um, well, I'm not a real P.I. I mean, I'm not licensed. I'm just a girl who just happened to be around cheating boyfriends."

"Three hundred"

"Excuse me?"

Joanne sits on her desk. "Three hundred dollars with three weeks vacation."

Carol stands up grinning from ear to ear. "You had me at three hundred dollars but okay. You've got yourself a P.I. Ms. Jefferson"

A/N: Can you say that Joanne is losing it? Or is she? Suspicion or accuratcy?