Not Always as Simple as it Seems

The Temporary End

This will be the final chapter written for this story for an indefinite period of time. Hope you enjoy it and have an amazing day.

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I hadn't heard from Abby or Megan since we checked in with Markov. Melissa on the other hand had been talking to me non-stop since I picked her up from her apartment five minutes ago. Every sentence was tied into the subject of her man-friend Louis. She was asking me things like my opinion on the guy, what I knew about him and all sorts of other things I had already told her. After telling her my honest opinion of the man, which wasn't exactly nice, I would've expected her to stop asking me questions. As I thought about it I realized she really had no reason to be bothered by my opinion of the guy. Chances were that he hadn't done half the bad shit we've done in our lives. Melissa and I were having a day to relax and catch up on the last week. I told her about the two new girls in our little circle of acquaintances and she said she couldn't wait to meet them. She told me that her date went great and they planned on meeting up again in a few days. "So where do you live?" she asked out of the blue. "In the mansion we met on top of." I said. "You own that?!?" she asked in a half yell of surprise. "No I don't own the place. I live there and act like a normal butler during the day who is actually a security guard in a fancy suit." She looked like a fish the way her mouth opened and closed while thinking of something to say. "How much does a job like that pay?" she asked finally. "A little over two hundred each year, not counting side jobs. Thats also before they take out a set price for living in the place." She was sort of half nodding in thought. "You should get me a job there!" she said suddenly as she looked up at me with a huge smile. I knew I must've been looking at her as if she had grown a new head in front of me but I honestly couldn't help it. I hated that job with a passion and only took it because the pay was great at first and it gave me a place to live.

"I don't think I can do that." I told her. "You wouldn't like the job anyway. Theres a ton of cleaning up after a bunch of rich assholes. Plus you'd have to wear a maid outfit and according to the two they have, they aren't exactly comfy." She looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "OOh! I could... Well I know that... Uh..." I let her think for a moment before telling her that this job wasn't for many people. I then told her that I planned on moving to my own place soon. She gasped seemingly in realization but with her at the moment it was hard to tell. "I got it! I can stay with you!" I was glad we were at a red light because if we weren't I probably would have slammed the brakes sending her face to the dashboard. "What do you want out of your apartment so bad for?" I asked in a slightly concerned voice. "Well..." she started. I could already tell she was going to beat around the bush so I prepared myself to be patient. "... So you know about how I sort of um, you know, murdered my boyfriend in cold blood?" I take it back, she was being pretty straight forward about this, reluctant as she may have been. "Yea, what about it?" I asked back. "Well somehow the police were able to come to the conclusion that I did it and they found out where I live. Plus I'm almost broke and the guy who owns the place hated overdue rent money, and he was a total pervert." At first I was curious of how she was already almost broke but then something else registered. "What do you mean by 'hated?'"

As suspected she did something to the owner she shouldn't have and now he was being processed into pig slop for the neighbors. I had just finished looking for places to live two days later and was about to break the news to Bob. He was coming in from a 'business trip' in Hawaii which was code for 'going to get hammered off his ass away from the wife.' so when he got home he would either still be buzzed or waking up into a hangover. Hopefully he was buzzed. I stepped through the first set of doors to his room. All the other bedrooms entrances were in the hallway I just walked through on the second floor. At the end of the hall there was a door leading to another long and empty hall. At the end of that hall there was another set of doors. These actually opened up to his room. I stood outside, took a steadying breath, and knocked. "Come in." was heard through the door. I opened it and stepped in. He was still in his 'hawaiian clothes' that consisted of the stereotypical white tourist beach shirt, cargo shorts, and some recently discarded sandals. He was sitting near a fire with some sort of bottle of rum in his hand. "Joseph it's good to see you boy." he slurred out. 'Way past buzzed. Thats good.' "So what brings you here? You don't come to my room very often you know." I couldn't help but smile. The old man was only happy two times that I know of; when he was spending time with his grandkids, and when he was drunk. "I came up here to see you because I want to resign." He was quiet for a moment before saying, "Come here a moment." I took a seat next to him and listened. "I like you. You are one of the best people we've hired here even if you're a cold blooded killer. I personally wish my children were more like you. My oldest son, he was always so focused on taking over the business that he barely spends any time with my only grandkids, my daughter is a succubas who couldn't survive on her own if she wanted to try, and my other son, I don't know what to think of him. He's so carefree and full of life. I'm almost certain he has some illegitimate children of his own but he doesn't seem any kind of bothered by it." I sat quietly and listened as the man told me his thoughts. "There was a reason I had them name that kid after you you know. You can leave when you get ready. Just let the rest of the help know that you're leaving so they can prepare to find a half decent replacement. And I'm sure you know this by now but this forfeits your Christmas bonus." he added as an afterthought. "Thanks for not making a big deal out of this Bob. I might come visit every once in a while." I said as I walked out of his room.