FICTION: Serial 1

So I'm looking forward to Friday. Why you ask? Well I've got a date with this lady oh my! What a lady. I've been trying to go out with her since I first saw her. Her name is Mona and no not like the painting she's real. Now before I get all carried away let me first say that this wasn't in the cards, I'm not a lucky sob well maybe a bit lucky, we have nothing in common and I'm way out of her league. I first met her at soiree a client of mine was having. It was a shady fund raiser that was covering up his other dubious activities but that's for another time right now its about Mona. When she walked into the room, time stood still literally. Okay maybe not literally but it was like slow motion. Every step she took almost seemed calculated like she knew the whole room had fixed their collective admiring or otherwise gazes on her. The way she walked confidently but not swiftly to the bar made it seem like she just jumped out of one of those PI novels you know like the long goodbye where the damsel is not yet indistress not that I read those kind of books of course. Anyway I'm a private- investigator for a big law firm and for obvious legal reasons I can't go into explicit detail as to what the firm does, let's just say it makes the lawyers at Wolfram and Heart look like a Sunday school choir.

I was on a case, routine spying you know info gathering but it wasn't on the slime ball throwing this gig and if it were my life could've been much less complicated. So back to Mona as she was making her way to the bar where I'm sitting and asks the bar keep for a drink, rough scotch straight up. Wow! I thought a hard drinker; I almost didn't want her to see what I was drinking, so I asked the bar keep "I'll have what she's having", in which she immediately pointed out that I hadn't finished my cosmopolitan, it was cherry flavored. Nevertheless, we sparked a conversational flame, it was more like intellectual sparring and she had taken a commanding lead. I conceded, I told her what I did for a living and also what I do on the side and gave her my card. I got up and started making my way to the exit; I had to leave with just a shred of dignity intact or so I imagined when I bumped into Rory Greenback. Now Rory is the daughter of a very influential shipping Industrialist I used to see, don't ask me I don't know what that job is either, all I know is that she's stinking rich and spoiled to boot. We didn't part on good terms either so obviously when we happened on each other it aroused some very ugly, loud feelings from her for all the well to dos at this shin dig to be preview to. Ofcourse afterwards Rory wouldn't just make her point and leave she had to humiliate me as well so she dumped her strwberry daquiri all over my rented for $12 suit. As I made my way out of this hootanani I gave a final glance at Mona wishing that she would return in kind, she did but it wasn't in kind it was a look that haunted me all the way back to my cockroach infested flat, yeah in this business you've got to keep a low profile. I was thinking about the case when the phone rang; it was her Mona, I was pleased. She said she needed to see me and sounded desperate so I told I was free Friday.