Nautica’s P.I. Office
“I am going to ask you one time and one time only Jay”, Nautica spoke calmly not letting him see her very real desire for this information. She was on the verge of drawing something big out of the snitch in exchange for a way out of the city. “Why is it you are deciding to come to me? Hasn’t your boss been good to you all these years. It seems in rather poor taste to do this out of the blue.” She flicked at the cap of her pen wedged between her pointer and middle finger.
Jay Ferris, a thirty five year old male and a prime example of what happens when an information broker hands out the wrong information. He had been serving as nothing more than a glorified lapdog for the last five years and itching to get revenge on Nautica. After all she was the one that had burned him on her climb to the top of the information brokering world of Carcer City. “Look I need a fresh start, but no way he is going to let me out of the city with what I know about him. You, you’re untouchable and this information will be useful for you. We both win Nautica”, he said in a near ramble. He was showing the tell tale signs of lying. Sweaty palms and his eyes shifting away from her. He had his arms and leg crossed over the other.
“Alright, but let’s go talk in the elevator. You take the back way out and I will have one of the drivers take you to the airport. From there you meet with a man in a brown suit and blue tie. He looks like a sleazy politician. Do not approach him, but follow him at a distance. He will instruct you from there”, Nautica said in a professional tone. Jay never saw what was coming next. No one ever did. They entered the elevator as she adjusted her white silk top that clung to her in all the right places.
“Ladies first”, Jay said gesturing to the open elevator. Nautica stepped in without hesitation offering her signature stunning smile. He stepped in immediately after and pressed the basement button. Suddenly he felt her reach up and before he had time to react his neck was snapped. Jay’s skinny, but decently toned frame slid gently to the ground as the door to her underground garage opened. A man in a plastic, blue suit stood before her.
“Dispose of the body, but send a personal item back to his boss. His necklace maybe”, she said waving it off while her other hand reached toward the elevator button. “Better yet. Bring his necklace to me. I want to deal with this one personally.” Nautica was many things and egotistical was one of them. Often it lead her to taking things too far, especially in terms of revenge. In this business she was in that didn’t seem to be a bad thing most of the time.
After arriving back on her office floor she sat down at her computer and logged back in. Her system specifically require three passwords to access it fully. One by one she entered the passwords when prompted and waited a minute for her system to fire itself up. As she waited she looked out at the city from the two story office building. It was a thin building she had rented for about a year now. The walls were thick and had taken their fair share of bullets. She replaced most of the things that initially came with the building from the bottom up bringing them all up to her secure standard. As her employee brought the necklace in she smiled widely her ruby red lips glistening in the light of her office. Her make up looked perfect as well as her raven hair. This weeks hair style was long with bangs near in her face. She admired herself in the mirror noticing the computer had finished loading completely. She took a seat and slid out the backlit keyboard moving her well maintained fingers complete with a fresh manicure over the keys.
After logging in to her video conference program she contacted Jay’s now former boss. He looked surprised for a moment then returned to his usual overworked and rather cranky expression. The man had certainly seen better days, she remembered. As a girl she visited his hotel on many occasions. He looked full of life then, a man who was going places. He had arrived where he was meant to when she turned fifteen as she recalled., but now he looked a shell of his former self. “Ah Nautica, how can I help you today”, he said casually pulling a cigar wrapped with an expensive band out of his mouth.
“I’m afraid this is a business call, although your employee. He came by earlier. I sent him back to you with some wear and tear you could say. A real class act that guy. Hiring a former competitor of mine to deal with me, classy Jerry, classy, but he is still a gentleman at his core. He even gave me a necklace.” Nautica then dangled the now deceased Jay’s necklace in front of the webcam. “Try and cross me again you will find yourself in more trouble than your floundering hotel. I mean that goes without saying, but it‘s still fun to hear. Have a very nice day Jerry”, she flipped her hair and smiled at him. A mixture of profanity and threats in both French and English came from Jerry as she waved goodbye with her fingers and closed the chat screen.
Nautica’s P.I. Office
“Send my next appointment in please Jenavive”, she said pressing down a button on her phone. Deciding now was a good a time for a drink as any she walked over to her liquor table and poured vodka from a bottle with a Russian label on it. The bottle cost her near five hundred dollars, but was worth every cent, after all it was not her money she was spending. A woman dressed head to toe in white stepped into her office. “Ah Merideth, how are you today? Vodka? Just got it imported from Russia.”
“You’re too young to be drinking before noon”, Meredith replied jokingly. “Of course that just gives me a reason to do it with you. A double please.” Meredith a woman of fourty-nine years of age freshly divorced and ready to sell some information. This was one of Nautica’s many informants from the upper class and had always brought her quality ‘gossip’ as Meredith put it. After taking the glass and thanking Nautica she crossed her legs. “Shall we get to business then? I have an appointment with my real estate agent to tour some houses. Took the bastard for fourty percent of his estate, but I think we can find ourselves mutually happy with what I found out about him right before I served him the papers.”
Nautica smirked and laughed at the pleasure in Meredith’s voice as she spilled all the information she had to offer. “And whoever said dirt is cheap was a damned liar. That is some good information right there. I will see if it pans out and you’ll be wired the money to your usual account. Now with business aside, how is the prowl for a young thing going?” Their relationship was unique somewhat in the sense she made small talk with this particular woman, perhaps it was because Meredith reminded her so much of her own mother. Whatever the reason was Meredith amused her on a number of levels. They made small talk for a few minutes until Meredith’s real estate agent called and she excused herself.
Leaning back in her chair with feet up on the desk Nautica took the remainder of the vodka in the glass down in one drink. ”Time to get to the real work, she thought to herself as she began her usual rounds online checking her various sources of information. Her inbox was full causing her to groan and roll her eyes. Normally Jenavive sorted through this for her, but as of late with Jenavive taking on extra she was left to deal with this chore herself. Looking over the five hundred e-mails one by one she finally found one worth looking into. Pressing down on her phone she spoke, “Jenavive I will be stepping out. If I am not back by five lock up and go home. I have something leverage worthy to verify.”