12:00PM
Toronto Canada
Five years ago I was stuck being a secretary for Tom Laswell, a big CEO with enough cash to spread across an island. The guy was a pompous jerk and my job was something a monkey could do but he did pay well. I came to realize that the reason why he employed me wasn't for my amazing resume but on how well my ass looked in a pencil skirt. I wanted to kill the man every time he looked at me like I was some piece of meat, but like I said, he paid well.
It was a usual day, came in at 7, made Tom coffee, and responded to his e-mails. It wasn't till I was getting ready for my lunch break till the phone rang.
"Hello this is Mr. Laswell's office, how may I help you?" My voice was cheery and happy, an act I perfected on day one of the job.
"Ouch, don't you just hate your job." An irish accent came through the other end of the call. That was my first interest, his accent. Tom was big in the business world but never went global. I would hear a few americans but mostly he worked with other Canadian businesses.
I smiled at his reaction, "well how would you like saying that almost twenty times a day?"
"Don't need to. The type of business I run is to… professional for reruns."
"I'm sorry but it is now my lunch break would you like me to leave a message for you?"
"No need. Just tell him Moriarty called."
"Will do." I ended the call quickly, slightly annoyed that my lunch was now five minutes shorter. But as the day went by his voice rang through my head, the mystery of the man named Moriarty, and I was a sucker for mysteries. So what could a girl like me do but to ask my boss who he was.
"Lizzie yes what is it?" Tom asked as I opened his door.
"Yes a man called when I was on break, he didn't leave a message just wanted you to know that he called."
"Did he leave a number?"
"No just his name. Moriarty."
My second interest was the way Tom reacted to his name. His body tensed up, his hand that was originally resting on his lip moved to his desk, grabbing the wood lightly. His eyes moved across the room as if he was thinking about a very important thought, which was a rarity I swear.
" Mr. Laswell?" I asked, snapping him back to reality.
His scared form washed away back to his cheesy smile. "Oh ok I know exactly who that is thank you Lizzie." I left him before he could ask for anything else.
Days past just as they always did. The same job every week for six days, and the seventh spent on my own time. It was a full month till I heard that irish accent again.
"Hello this is Mr. Laswell's office, how may I-"
"Yes yes the rerun I remember." His voice rang from the other end.
" Mr. Moriarty."
"You remember, most secretary's don't." He sounded surprised.
"Yes well most secretaries probably haven't graduated university before they could drive." I sighed as I spun my pen in my hand.
"Well a woman like you should be higher up on the pyramid."
I laughed, "I'd have to kill a few people to get there."
"That could be arranged." His voice was serious but I thought he was just adding to the joke, little did I know he wasn't joking.
Before I could answer him Laswell came walking to my desk, a worried look on his face, sweat shinning his forehead.
"I'm sorry but I have to go." I hung up quickly just as Laswell reached me.
"Lizzie cancel all my appointments for the month, I'm going away." He told me.
Now Tom had a place down south, he went every winter because ironically he hated the cold. But it's summer, and his busiest time of the year. He wouldn't leave for a week not alone a month. My mind raced trying to find out why he would.
"My I ask why?" I asked in a sweet tone, trying to get the answer.
"Just some tlc thats all. You have the month off Lizzie, see you in August." And with that he walked out of my life. Yes, that was the last time I saw Tom Laswell, okay technically not thee last time, I went to his funeral but it was the last time I saw him alive. He was found dead in his apartment two days later, bullet through the temple, police called it suicided, he didn't even reach the south.
Tom's funeral was like all rich funerals, a giant church to promote a religion they never practised, thousands of flowers, and black, everyone in black, for me I even had black sunglasses. I placed my self to the back of the group when we reached the graveyard, not caring enough to listen, and knowing family members would gladly go upfront.
"I believe you didn't let me say goodbye." A warm whisper hit my ear. The voice with an irish accent.
" Mr. Moriarty I presume."
I could feel his smile on my ear, "Hello."
"How did you do it?"
"Did what?" He asked sarcastically, adding a drawl to his voice, sounding like he had no clue.
"Don't play games with me. I know you killed him."
"Technically it was my snipper but yes I did." His spoke proudly.
"How?"
"Simple really," He leaned closer to my ear, "I can show you if you like."
"Is that a job offer ? Because well handing out resume's and all is such a hassle, it would be the least you could do."
"Of course. And please call me Jim. Now there's only one thing I need in return." He asked.
"Whats that?"
Jim spun me around so I faced him. His black hair was styled as he wore a expensive black suit. He looked comfortable in the suit, as if he'd rather that then the normal jeans and a t-shirt, and I must say he looked great in it. He gently took off my sunglasses so we looked at each other in the eye.
"Your name." He answered.
I smiled, "Elizabeth Brooks."
Noticed that there wasn't really a backstory to when Jim and Elizabeth meet so here ya go. The story will continue next chapter don't worry :) Oh and you guys are awesome with reviewing, it made my week to see how you guys are getting into this.
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