It was an inconspicuous piece of paper. Really, it was. A flyer plastered on a random café's bulletin board should not have earned the attention of anybody considering how basic and unremarkably ordinary it was.

Jessica Jones may have known Mirajane only for a couple of weeks, after being introduced mysteriously by Matt, but hanging out with the platinum blonde was comparable to riding a hurricane. Not that Mirajane actively sought out trouble, no. It was more like trouble found her. Shit just happened around her; like those two run-ins with the Hand; that time some odd group called Hydra tried recruiting her; and, that time Charles freaken Xavier tried to introduce himself to her. Thankfully, Matt handled the telepath so Mirajane did NOT end up as an accessory to the training regime of child soldiers.

Also, more than a few battle-hardened individuals, Marc Specter and Luke Cage especially, at first impression, mistook her as the new incarnation of the Silver Sable.

All things aside, Jessica still asked Mirajane to accompany her despite the high probably of Mirajane attracting trouble. Why was she the new girl? Well, Jessica just needed to be away from the others–too much HR teambuilding bullshit that Daniel kept shoving down their throats. Since [Defenders] didn't worked out the way they wanted to, at least in the long run, they revamped it up and decided to call themselves [Heroes for Hire] because Jessica and basically everyone not named Matt and Daniel had to worry about rent.

In Daniel's little speech, he stressed that in order for this [Heroes for Hires] thing to work, they should pull back a little bit on being a lone wolf. This clashed with the personalities of the people he and Luke Cage were able to recruit under their banner since the new people had the tendency to be only exceptional when they worked alone.

Also, Jessica Jones felt much more at ease with Mirajane than Misty Knight.

In any case, when they were waiting for their drinks to be served, Mirajane stood up and went straight for the bulletin board.

"Hey, look at this!" Mirajane's smile was from ear to ear.

The platinum blonde handed Jessica a piece of paper.

"What exactly is this?" asked Luke Cage as Marc Spector handed the flyer to him. Nothing was on the piece of paper, but Mirajane and Daniel insisted that there was something there. Matt too insisted that there was braille written on it. Albeit not as wordy as what Daniel and Mirajane read aloud earlier but the thought were more or less the same.

[ Calling interested individuals!
JOB FOR HIRE: BARTENDER/SERVER/WAITER
30.00$ per hour salary!
For more inquiries: show this flyer to the front desk ]

That was it. No name, no contact number, no email.

A simple Google search from Misty validated that there was the restaurant indicated in the advertisement somewhere in Manhattan but it looked sketchy at best.

This piece of flyer then started a half-hour session of verbal head-butts between them all. Luke Cage, Jessica and Misty agreed that Mirajane should ignore this; Daniel wanted to investigate; while Marc didn't want to be part of the discussion. And Matt said no before he left for his real job.

The majority's opinion did not stop Mirajane needed the money. The place was near Matt's apartment building. Besides, she's seen something like this before: this was how a [Job] was operated in guilds on Earth Land. In fact, the format itself resembled the [Jobs] that she'd pinned on Fairy Tail's bulletin board.

This [Job] didn't make her gut feel bad too. It was safe.

Probably.

"I'm employed!" greeted Mirajane Matt as he arrived home from work. Matt may not able to see her face but her 'aura' was abuzz with excitement. Matt never really believed in all this magic malarkey, despite being disproven by Daniel and his powers (and Mirajane to an extent – but to Matt, Mirajane was an alien, so powers were a given) but his training made it easy for him to discern how people were feeling, and his summed it up as 'aura'.

It wasn't really seeing a color, because he knew what colors looked like. What he was seeing is something like… a vibration?

"How?" Part of him was happy, but… how? She had no name, no paper trail, nothing. Unless…

"I got a job as a bartender in a restaurant!" The air around her was alive.

"Really?" 'But you're illegally living here!' was what he wanted to say but couldn't because Matt can't predict how Mirajane would react.

"Yeah!" Mirajane smiled brightly. Matt felt the air stir indicating she twirled, "I'm actually wearing my uniform now."

But of course Matt couldn't see what she was wearing but her excitement was infectious. "Where are you working?" Also, he worried about Mirajane's safety.

"Rainbow Room. Actually near it. The head of the management was a very nice woman and tried to get me a job at her restaurant but I declined." Mirajane didn't say how her demons, especially Seilah, stirred protectively within her as she met the woman's gaze.

With Matt, it was an entirely different thought process: that's on a pretty high-end restaurant street. In fact, Matt's more… affluent clientele often preferred to meet him there. Scarce as they were. Still…

"Maybe I'll visit you sometime."

Mirajane smiled, "Sure, I'd like that."

"First contact goes to the White Queen."

The Black King stirred the Bordeaux in his wineglass, "Touché."

"How was she?" One of her Bishops asked.

The White Queen tipped her head ever so slightly to the right, "I don't–you mean her?" She placed hand under her chin, "Interesting. She's interesting." She didn't say that the applicant's thoughts were well-guarded because that implied she was losing her touch, which she wasn't. Besides, her mind had an entirely different feel to it.

With Charles, it was like a trying to throw rocks on a pristine, well-kept palace. With his redhead protégé, it was like haphazardly letting lose an angry bull on a store filled with brittle China. But to Mirajane Strauss, looking inside was like peeking on a hole where everyone inside was looking right back at you.

In fact, when the White Queen 'peeked' she immediately pulled back because it felt like she was being watched.

"If anything, I guess it's safe to say that while she is a good candidate, she's just not someone we needed." Because Mirajane was someone who couldn't easily be read.

"As you wish, Ms. Frost." Telepathically read, that is.

Besides, if Charles wasn't able to recruit Miss Strauss then who would've?

Good thing Mirajane only entered the White Queen's restaurant to ask for directions. 'Mirajane didn't need to be entangled with the Hellfire Club,' Matt thought.

That is to say that Mirajane's predicament was not without problems: she entered Satana Hellstorm's business, and that's an even more of a headache than Emma Frost's.

Not wanting to rain on Mirajane's parade, Matt didn't say much and kept it to himself. He settled at watching over her from the sidelines. But it's Satana Hellstorm, watching over Mirajane will be hard.

Somewhere in a dimension that is often mistaken as [Hell], murmurs were whispered by it's residents.

"Hey, hey! Didya here?"

"Hm?"

"A [Duke] arrived just the–"

"So? That's not even interesting."

"Will you let me finish? I was saying: a [Duke] arrived earlier."

The resident looked at the informant, "So? I'm waiting."

"The [Duke]'s working as a bartender."

The resident titled his head, "Oh? That's something different."

"Yeah! I knew from a minion of a [High Class] that the [Duke] was pretty powerful. Like hiding it's powers." Which never really happened because demons, the whole lot of them, loved to display their power. It was also the very foundation of their hierarchy – which made flaunting your power even more desirable because the strong were able to command the weak.

For a [Duke] who may not even be a [Duke] to be hiding one's power mean something interesting was simmering. After all the last time this happened, the dimension got a new head honcho.