"You umm , look great." He said nervously. What are you supposed to say to
a girl you left for no reason.
"Yah, umm you to. Well let's get this done with I have a meeting to get to."
"Yah sure. But when your boss called he informed me that it was your first day on the job, so I highly doubt you have a meeting to get to."
"Whatever, let's just get this done."
"Ok, come on in then."
'This is so awkward,' she thought. 'But I can't leave, I have to make a good impression.'
Jess walked her into the apartment. It wasn't too bad. It was mainly white and had blue furniture. It wasn't too messy. He led her over to the couch where she sat down.
"I have a prearranged set of questions for you."
"Ok then."
Her boss had set up questions to assist her on the short notice of the assignment. She hoped this would go by fast. She took out a tape recorder and turned it on, then decided to start.
"You have had 3 top selling books according to the New York Times. Did you think you would make it this far?"
"No."
"What inspires you to write mystery books?"
"Past experiences."
"Tell me a little about your background. Where did you grow up, that sort of thing."
"You already know all of this, why are you bothering to ask me?"
"Next question. As you said past experiences have inspired you. Any one in particular?"
"The way my life constantly changes, it's like a mystery to me."
"Where did you go to college?"
"I didn't."
"What type of book did you read as a child?"
"Literature."
"Why the change?"
"I don't know."
"Are you married? Have any children?"
"Yes, I am. I have a baby son."
Her heart sank. She had gotten over him, but still had feelings for him.
"Do you expect your next book to be as good as your previous?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Jess."
"Bye Rory."
She showed herself out the door and ran to her car. 'Oh crap.' She thought. There were two punks hanging out around her car. She decided to continue walking.
"Excuse, could umm get away from my car?"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Please get away from my car." She said it more sternly this time, hoping to scare them off.
"Well are you the one with the gun?"
"Umm, no."
She was already upset about the Jess incident and was trying not to cry but this did it. She took her purse and started hitting them with it.
"Lady, did ya hear me?"
"Yes now please leave."
"I have a gun. Please put your hands up."
She saw the guy take the gun out and held it up to her. She was nervous but decided to listen. Tear started streaming down her face for no reason.
"Give us your keys. Or we'll shoot."
"Well that requires me to take my hands down. Can I do that?"
"Are you playing smart wit me?"
"No, I'm not playing."
His hand moved toward the trigger and pulled it.
KA BOOM.
"Yah, umm you to. Well let's get this done with I have a meeting to get to."
"Yah sure. But when your boss called he informed me that it was your first day on the job, so I highly doubt you have a meeting to get to."
"Whatever, let's just get this done."
"Ok, come on in then."
'This is so awkward,' she thought. 'But I can't leave, I have to make a good impression.'
Jess walked her into the apartment. It wasn't too bad. It was mainly white and had blue furniture. It wasn't too messy. He led her over to the couch where she sat down.
"I have a prearranged set of questions for you."
"Ok then."
Her boss had set up questions to assist her on the short notice of the assignment. She hoped this would go by fast. She took out a tape recorder and turned it on, then decided to start.
"You have had 3 top selling books according to the New York Times. Did you think you would make it this far?"
"No."
"What inspires you to write mystery books?"
"Past experiences."
"Tell me a little about your background. Where did you grow up, that sort of thing."
"You already know all of this, why are you bothering to ask me?"
"Next question. As you said past experiences have inspired you. Any one in particular?"
"The way my life constantly changes, it's like a mystery to me."
"Where did you go to college?"
"I didn't."
"What type of book did you read as a child?"
"Literature."
"Why the change?"
"I don't know."
"Are you married? Have any children?"
"Yes, I am. I have a baby son."
Her heart sank. She had gotten over him, but still had feelings for him.
"Do you expect your next book to be as good as your previous?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Jess."
"Bye Rory."
She showed herself out the door and ran to her car. 'Oh crap.' She thought. There were two punks hanging out around her car. She decided to continue walking.
"Excuse, could umm get away from my car?"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Please get away from my car." She said it more sternly this time, hoping to scare them off.
"Well are you the one with the gun?"
"Umm, no."
She was already upset about the Jess incident and was trying not to cry but this did it. She took her purse and started hitting them with it.
"Lady, did ya hear me?"
"Yes now please leave."
"I have a gun. Please put your hands up."
She saw the guy take the gun out and held it up to her. She was nervous but decided to listen. Tear started streaming down her face for no reason.
"Give us your keys. Or we'll shoot."
"Well that requires me to take my hands down. Can I do that?"
"Are you playing smart wit me?"
"No, I'm not playing."
His hand moved toward the trigger and pulled it.
KA BOOM.