It was easy
enough... sitting in the desk. The hard part was staying in it.
They never let Jesse know how
hard changing jobs would be. His wife hadn't even acknowledged his
last job as an occupation, although she never seemed to mind the
money.
When he mentioned a desk job, she
was head over heels. Jesse hadn't felt as ecstatic over the change.
There were a lot of things that he had had to get used to. The dress
code, the teamwork, and worst of all: people.
They were everywhere. They always
wanted to talk. And they wanted to talk to him. What had he
done before this? What were his hobbies? Did he want to go out for a
drink later?
Firstly, why was everyone so
goddamn nosy? Second, why were they going out after work to
talk more about their personal lives?
Jesse clenched his fists under
his desk and stared absentmindedly at the screen. He wasn't so sure
that a desk job had been the right change.
Being a PI had always been his
dream. Turning into a hitman for hire had just been... an added
bonus. His wife hadn't really felt the same. Especially when his
'job' brought a lot more danger than it was worth...
His eyes drifted to the analog
clock by his computer. 10:52 am. 5 more hours.
His phone buzzed. He didn't
recognize the number but picked it up anyway. Bad habit. "New job."
Out of habit, he responded,
"Name?" The voice responded with a strange name. Jesse nodded
after the confirmation that the money would be deposited in his bank
account. He hung up and placed the phone back on his desk.
Then he realized why the name was
so familiar.
His next target... was his boss.
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