The woman on the other side of the door was somewhat short, only about five and a half feet tall, and had the blondest coif Janet had ever seen. She wore a dazzling smile to match, but Janet sensed it was sincere. She wore a bright blue business dress that made Janet’s eyes water, and clutched a small matching pocketbook in impeccably matched fingernails. Her makeup was light and modest, and her eye shadow was a lighter version of her dress. In one hand, she held a manila folder. Janet noticed no wedding ring; the only jewelry she wore was a small gold cross around her neck.
“Hi!” she exclaimed brightly. “I’m Chastity Howard. I have an appointment for an interview with, um...” She checked her folder. “Oh yes, Janet – oh, this can’t be right...”
“Slutt,” Janet finished calmly. Chastity looked up, embarrassed. “No, that’s right. When my great-grandfather came over on the boat, it was Sluttartheindem. Really.” Janet smiled as Chastity’s eyes widened slightly. “Blame the guys at Liberty Island – guess they thought it would be funny. Please, come in.” Janet stepped back from the door and waved Chastity in. Chastity hesitated only for a moment, then regained her composure and walked the few steps in. She stood in the middle of the room and waited for Janet to shut the door before she moved.
“I understand this is an investigative office?” Chastity asked, sitting in the comfortable chair facing the desk. She handed Janet the folder, which held her resume, and primly folded her hands in her lap. Her smile still dazzled.
“Yes, it’s me and my partner – oh, here he is.” Bruce rushed in the door as Janet perched on the corner of the desk.
Nice of you to show up, dear, she sent. Bruce briefly stuck his tongue out at her. I was just about to tell her about you. Janet’s eyes twinkled. Chastity stood and turned as he closed the door behind him.
“Sorry, ladies – traffic,” he said as he shook Chastity’s hand. Janet noticed that Chastity didn’t back down but instead gripped Bruce’s hand firmly. “I’m Bruce Dyrtbagg. I take it you two have met?”
“This is Chastity Howard, Bruce. She’s here for the secretarial position,” Janet explained for Chastity’s benefit. Chastity blinked at Bruce’s surname but didn’t drop the smile. Janet was impressed – other applicant had demanded to know the explanation behind both their names, not just Janet’s. Chastity was already taking things in stride.
Bruce turned away to the coffee pot and turned up his mug. “Coffee?” he asked as he poured his own.
“No thank you sir, I never touch the stuff,” Chastity answered, sitting back down. “I stick with green tea. Much better for you, you know.” She was talking to Janet now, but Janet caught Bruce rolling his eyes just a bit. “Now, about the interview?”
Bruce sat behind the desk, chair creaking as he opened the manila folder. “You definitely have the qualifications we’re looking for, Miss Howard.”
“Please, call me Chastity.” More of that sunny smile. Her teeth blinded Janet.
“All right, Chastity.” He smiled briefly at her and went back to her resume. “Now we have a few questions for you...”
“Of course.” Chastity sat up to the edge of her seat, striking a professional pose.
“Well, first off, why do you think you deserve to be here?”
Janet’s lips twitched only slightly. Bruce started every interview with that question, exactly those words. Janet disliked the way he put it – he was deliberately trying to provoke a defensive, insulted response.
Again, Chastity surprised her. “Why do you think you deserve to be here?” She was still smiling cheerfully as she addressed Bruce.
Bruce blinked. “I worked my way here, of course."
“So did I, sir. I did every menial, boring job you can think of. I’ve waited tables, cleaned hotel rooms, punched a time clock in a factory – everything. All so I could earn my degree.” She sat back a bit, warming to her subject. “It took me three years of night school, but I got it, and with honors. As you can see in my resume, I was hired directly out of school into Sebben and Charles in Olathe, and worked my way up there for five years.” Chastity sighed gently. “It’s not Mr. Sebben’s fault, or Mrs. Charles’ fault, that I was let go. Times are hard for them right now, and clients have been going to bigger firms. I was the low man on the totem pole, so to speak.” She grinned at her joke. “So I started looking again. And when I saw your ad, well, I just had to apply. Imagine, working in the office of a real, live detective!” Her eyes widened in excitement as she glanced around the office.
Calm down, Bruce, Janet sent, feeling his slight irritation. For her part, only her mental discipline kept the giggles inside.
“Okay,” he said slowly. Bruce shuffled papers for a minute. "Uh, do you have any questions? Salary, benefits, anything like that?"
"No sir, Ms. Slutt was very clear in our phone conversation. I'm perfectly happy with your offered rate." Beaming again.
Bruce didn't look up, but Janet felt questioning curiosity directed at her. He was impressed with Chastity, but still wanted Janet's opinion.
I like her too, she sent back.
Let’s give her a shot. Outwardly, she smiled at Chastity and rose, smoothing her skirt.
Bruce stood and pushed back his chair, prompting Chastity to rise. “I think you’ve answered all our questions.” He extended a hand, and Chastity grasped it.
The smile still dazzled, but Janet saw it droop the tiniest bit. “Well, thank you for the interview, sir,” Chastity began briskly, reaching for her resume.
Bruce dropped a hand to the folder. “We’re going to need this for your personnel file, Chastity. And call me Bruce, not sir.” He broke into a cheesy smile. “When can you start?”
Chastity blinked. “Oh! Well, my goodness, you do like to tease, don’t you?” She gave them a relieved laugh. “Well, I’m here now, aren't I? Might as well get started.” She moved behind her new desk, shooing Bruce. He had barely enough time to grab his mug as he moved away. “Let's just see what shape your books are in, why don't we?" She tapped the keyboard with a practiced hand. After a moment, she looked up. "Well, go on! Just leave this to me; you go do what you do best." She pulled her chair up and settled down to work, employers forgotten.
Janet and Bruce went to their office. Janet was grinning until Bruce thought her face might split.
Told ya. She's the one.Bruce gave her a look. The one that said, "remember she can hear when I'm talking and you're not."
Nearly laughing, Janet held up a protesting hand and sat down at her desk. "So how's the surveillance on the divorce case coming?" She opened up a file she had been working on and started highlighting names.
Bruce flopped down into his chair and plopped his mug next to his pencil jar. "About done, actually. I've got a – well, a good hunch that he's got a mistress." He exchanged looks with Janet, then shot a glance at the door between offices that was still open. The desks were back from the door by about five feet, but sounds still drifted in and out. "Anyway, I just need one more night. One juicy picture for his wife, and she can boot him with a clear conscience." He called up a file on his computer. "Good thing too – that whole area gives me –" He stopped short as Chastity came in carrying the coffee pot.
"Sorry to interrupt," Chastity said brightly as she strode forward. "Thought your cup might need freshening." Bruce automatically lifted his mug for her to pour. "I've given the books a quick look-see, and I've found a few delinquent accounts you should probably contact." She held out a printed page; Bruce's was the first hand to reach it.
His eyes widened slightly as he read. "You came up with this
that quickly?"
"Oh yes, it's easy with the software you have," Chastity answered. Janet noticed that her cheeks dimpled when she was pleased.
"Well..." He handed the list to Janet. "The first name on the list, I think we can let you handle, Chastity. He's not too far behind, and he's usually pleasant to work with – just a bit forgetful when it comes to money." He smiled up at Chastity. "We'll break you in gently, okay?"
Janet looked at the name he'd mentioned.
Holy crap, Bruce, you really
want to break her in, don't you? Bruce ignored her.
"Why I'd be happy to, sir – excuse me, Bruce," she added at Bruce's look. She flashed the smile, turned on her heel, and marched out to her desk.
Are you crazy? Janet sent. Aloud she only said, "Elwood should definitely be home this time of day. Whether or not he'll come down within the next week is another matter." She was smirking, and her eyes twinkled. Their agency frequently did business with the bail bondsman, helping him trace bond jumpers. Elwood shared Janet and Bruce's sense of humor.
Bruce was grinning again. "Yeah, if we're very lucky." In a low voice he added, "And we'll see just how perfect she is for the job in just a day or two."
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