Ch. 14 : Job search
Odin had this part of the plan all worked out. This had actually been a part of the plan that he had considered for a long time. A cult leader can't be tied down to one job for too long, and now with his trust fund waiting patiently in the bank for him, along with the disposable income he still had from
Melinda's "estate", and that whether she had a job or not, Marilyn would always be able to have access to money, Odin knew that he had nothing to worry about. He stepped on the work site, not wearing the usually uniform that told people he was a construction worker, but a cheap ill fitting suit, and italian loafers.
He nodded hi, in a bittersweet kind of manner, to a few guys he knew before he walked halfway across the yard, where a man with furrowed eyebrows is talking to man in a designer suit. Odin waited patiently for them to finish, making a note of how interesting the contrast was between the man with the furrowed eyebrows, Tom Clemens, foreman, who is wearing a green hardhat, work boots, jeans, and a white button up shirt, and the other man, some big wig, who has a white hardhat on, and appears in a way that the tailored designer suit he is wearing doesn't totally look out of place on this work site.
"We'll get it done, now let us work." Clemens spotted Odin standing quietly beside him, and the big wig.
He turned from the man in the designer suit to look at his assistant who stands very sadly, and meekly besides him. "Odin, you spooked me, not exactly dressed for work today."
"I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to work today, or any other day," Philip made his voice sound quiet, and depressed. "I'm going to have to quit, Tom." Odin made sure that his voice doesn't sound sarcastic, and he held any smirking for later. He wanted to look like he was in a grieving mode right now, which is the lie that he is going to be telling the foreman.
Clemens didn't say anything for a few minutes, he watched the younger man, studying his face for any chance that it might be a joke. He can't believe that he is about to lose one of his best men. "That's a shame we'd hate to see you go, you are one of the best guys that we have." Clemens managed to say concernedly.
"My mother died, her funeral is today, and then, after that my father is going to expect me to help him run the store. He can't do it by himself." Odin answered. For a story that he didn't have time to rehearse it sounded plausible, and it still kept in with the frame work of the lies that he had told the foreman about his past. The fact that a lot of the information he told people could easily have been checked and found out to be wrong, and that no one ever did was one of the things he loved about Orlando. He was glad that he had settled here, there are so many people going through at one time, that people just trust you if you sound sincere when telling them a fake life story.
Clemens patted Odin's back sympathetically. "Sorry to hear that. You take care, son. I'll have the payroll office when they prepare the paychecks have it look like you worked till the end of the week."
"You don't have to do that." Odin pretended to sound surprised.
"It's the least I can do, kid."
"Thank you. It was nice working for you. I have to go now." Odin gave him a sad sort of smile, and began to walk off the work site. Odin waited till he was completely off the site, about a block away, when he was climbing into the car, where Marilyn had been waiting for him, before he let the smirk appear on his face.