Out of Place Ch. 1
“How much longer am I suppose to wait?” I scream at the journey book and slam it shut. I lean back against the chair and gather my wits. Something happened a few days ago. I was fighting with Zedd, Richard, and Kahlan against some Sisters of the Dark. Then one of them blasted some weird light and I was in a different place, with only a journey book. I did not know what to do. I had to talk to strangers to find where I was. I wrote in the journey book and Richard told me to find shelter. Well, I did not have money so I found other means, thankfully my agiels still work. I suppose with the journey book I still have a connection to Richard.
I have been in this hotel for three days. Kahlan has written me to find work to obtain some money and to blend in, as they are working on finding out what happened. I ask the strange little man who I have frightened, quit nicely, about finding a job. He shakes as he hands me what he calls “the wanteds”. I look for something simple.
“What the hell is a lawyer? Accountant?” I furrow my brow. I then come across one for an assistant for some sort of Grey company. I could assist someone right? If they get rowdy I can agiel the money from them. I suppose I need some clothes. My leather is getting me strange looks. I go back down stairs and ask the strange little man about clothes. He tells me I need to go to a mall? What is that? I glare at him. He tells me to hold on and comes back with a suitcase.
“Do not tell anyone I gave you this,” he shakes again. I snatch it from him and return to my room. Various clothes are inside. Looks to me like some sort of dresses and pants. Sort of like what the women wear on that strange television box. I sigh heavily and try one on. It fits, thank the spirits. “Let’s see if this works,” I mumble as I hid an agiel in my waistband.
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I glare at the blonde receptionist who is telling me you have to make an appointment for an interview. My hands are ready to find my agiel.
“I traveled a very long distance,” I growl- my stare not wavering.
“I am sorry but Mr. Grey is busy,” she snaps back. Did she just snap at me? The nerve.
“Then make him not busy,” I snap back.
“Look, I am going to call security,” she tells me and goes from something on her desk.
“Go ahead,” I laugh. I have not seen one person I could not kill in this strange building.
“Don’t do that, Melissa,” a deep smooth voice comes from behind me. I turn around and see a man standing behind me. He is handsome. I normally would never admit such a thing. I have never seen such grey eyes and he looks like he fights with swords by the muscles underneath his clothes.
“Mr. Grey, she does not have an-”
“I said don’t!” He snaps. Oh, he is forceful. I like that. Maybe I have a chance of getting this job after all. I can be forceful too, grey eyes.
“Follow me,” he looks at me and starts walking away. I catch up and follow him into a room, he calls it his “office”. He tells me to sit. I stare at the chair for a moment; this skirt is shorter than anything I ever wore. I arrange myself and meet his gaze as he sits down.
“What is your name? Do you have a resume?” He asks me.
“Cara. And what is a resume?” I respond. He laughs. Wow, that is some smile. Whoa, what is wrong with me?
“You’re not from around here, are you?” He continues to smile.
“I am not,” I tell him. “I need money and I was told to find a job to obtain some.”
“I see,” he leans back in his chair and furrows his brow. “And you think I will hire you?”
“I might not give you a choice,” I glare at him.
“Really?” He scoffs. “Do you have some sort of magic I do not know about?”
“Magic?” I roll my eyes. Why does everyone think I have magic?
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He sits up straight and his tone becomes low and hard.
“Do you have a problem with that?” I stare right back at him.
“I do actually,” he responds.
“And what do you think you can do about it?” I huff. He is no match for me and my agiels.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he responds mysteriously.
“You would not get very far,” I respond harshly. I do not like being challenged. However, maybe if I break him enough I can get what I need.
“Well, aren’t you feisty, Cara?” He grins.
“Feisty?” I raise an eyebrow. “I am Mord’Sith,” I tell him.
“What is a Mord’Sith?” He raises an eyebrow this time.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I respond just as mysteriously. He leans back in his chair and smirks. Not sure I like that smirk.
“I think I might have a different job for you. Even though I normally do not go for blondes,” he reaches for what I found is called a “pen”.
“I normally do not take orders,” I glare at him. He looks at me hardly.
“I might change that,” he says. “Where do you live? You will have dinner with me tonight.”
“Will I?” I ask. “Says who?”
“Says me.”
“Well that does not validate anything,” I roll my eyes.
“Stop that,” he purses his lips.
“Make me,” I tell him.
“I might have to,” he meets my gaze. What is his game? “Where do you live?” He asks again.
“The frightened little man says I am at the Hotel Inn,” I respond.
“You live there?” He looks confused.
“For now.”
“That might change too,” he adds. “My driver will pick you up at 7pm.” I am just figuring out this “time” thing. I guess I will have to look at that clock in my room when I get back.
“You’re demanding,” I tell him and cross my arms.
“You have no idea,” he smiles. Not sure I like that smile either, even though it is rather handsome. Damn it, why is he so attractive? “I will see you then,” he gets up and escorts me out back to where I came from.
“Fine,” I respond and saunter away. I can hear him lightly laughing as I leave.
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