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Mila POV
You see everyone in the building had a job.
On the first floor was Jeremy and Janet. They were a married couple which were always fighting. They created the gossip that went around the building. Jeremy was the quiet and 'always doing the wrong thing' one. He never actually did anything but he was always accused by Janet. Janet was paranoid wife. She always thought her husband was cheating on her. Together they are landlord of this place I call home.
I had walked up on another fight and they both looked at me. Jeremy was pleading for help. Well that's what I read from his face. Janet was still yelling. I shrugged and clapped my hand over my ears and darted up the stairs.
On the second floor, was Dorothea. She was a little old lady but she was young at heart. I could spill any of my life out on her and she would listen and understand. She was the building's advisor. We shared a cat. Dot had a husband who used to live in the apartment as well but he died a year ago. Dot pays the rent with his retirement money. She was a house wife and has 3 children. All of them moved to other states.
When I ascended the staircase her door was wide open, as usual, and she sat in her rocking chair. Classical music poured from her apartment and she rocked back and forth. Often she knit warm clothes for the winter. "Hey, Dot." I shouted over the music.
"Hello, how was work?"
"Shit as usual."
"Watch the language!" She shouted. "Or I'll wash your mouth with soap and water."
"Okay. See you later."
"Bye."
Next flight of stairs. You know everyone has that creepy neighbour. On the third floor was our very own creep. Well, he wasn't really a creep he just... didn't go out or socialise. The only person who has had contact with him was Jeremy and even he hasn't seen his face. Strange noises always escaped the room. I have been curious all my life, a curse of mine, and one mystery I have never solved and probably never will is him and his apartment.
Shivers travelled down my spine. I started up the steps to the fourth floor. This was Ashley's floor. Ash was a clothes designer and she was 3 years older than me. Which was 25. She was a talented spirited young woman. There was a night club she had begged me to go with her to. After a lot of annoyance I caved and agreed. Oh no. That night was tonight. I tried to sneak past the open door but there was a creak. Damn floor boards!
Ash came running out the room and embraced me. She squeezed me so hard I momentarily suffocated. "Ash... I can't... breathe." I croaked.
She let me go and I gasped for air. "Soz," her British accent was laid on thick. She said she was from London. Her parents moved here when she was 17 and she rented her apartment 2 years later. "I made you a dress for tonight!" She scurried into her room. Oh no. A dress. Don't get me wrong I like dresses but Ash's were different. She said they were chic and hot. They were always above the knee and tight fitting. Other than that they were fine.
She appeared at the threshold. "Daydreamin again," I nodded. "Do you like this one?" She pulled her arm from the room. It was a glittery, stretchy, lace up, silver, tight fitting and short dress with spaghetti straps. Cautiously, she gave it to me. The inside was silky. It sparkled in the dim yellow hallway light. "One of my finest pieces."
"I can see that."
She giggled. "Wear a long silver necklace with a thin black choker. High heels are essential and you might need a coat since... well we live in downtown." She ordered me. Absently, I nodded. I was half in the conversation, half in my own world. When I noticed that she had stopped talking I strolled up the stairs. I would give anything for my bed.
Theo POV
I waited out the meeting in utter boredom. Always the same. Do better, fix this, fix that, rarely any praise and Harold stop requesting transfers. I couldn't wait to meet Mila. She was a clean slate. But I worried why Harold couldn't find anything about her. As muses we can read mundanes minds. We are taught to only read surface thoughts but some don't follow them rules. These are rogue muses. Or dark muse. I know very creative name.
Anyway, even Harold, must have found out something. I dreaded the fact that I had to talk to him afterward. I didn't know why I was good at my job, I have just always have been. I have had requests for me to make speeches and inspire people but I never accepted any of them. First, I wasn't a people person. Second, I wouldn't know what to say.
Eventually, the end of the meeting neared. I suppressed a sigh of relief knowing my head would hear me. She shot a venomous look at me. I sunk lower in my chair. Every living thing had one thing in common, and that was they fear my head. I think even the Angels would bow at her feet. Also, no one below her rank knew her name. She too was good at her job and therefore she took an interest in me. She focused on me as she thought I could be her replacement one day.
This is what I think, anyway. The muses moved together again like a pack of terrified lambs being chased by a wolf. They all tried to squeeze through the door at once. Some activated there materialising marks just to get away. My head watched in amusement. She liked being feared. I would too. Swiftly, she snapped her head to me. I smiled.
"If you want information about your case then get out," she said and started to pack up her things.
"What's your name?"
"Excuse me?"
"What's your name?" I repeated.
"None of your business."
"Will you answer this last question?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. Then she threw her hands in the air, "Fine!"
"Will you ever let anyone in?"
"Will you?"
"Eventually," I answered.
"Well, tell me when that time comes." With that she walked out the door. I wasn't thinking in that conversation. It just all slipped out. It hit me. Harold was leaving the tower. I hurried out the door.
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