Unfortunate Encounter With A Mafia Boss

The afternoon sun bathed the building in its warmth. Specks of dust seem to dance in the shaft of the afternoon sunlight. Despite the charring sun burning into the city's building, a girl was seen hopping on a tree like a koala and her expression looked serious. The girl was dressed in all-black attire, a black cap, black boots, a black top, and pants. She hopped on the tree with the camera in her hands and looked toward the group of people laughing outside a warehouse. She smirked, seeing that familiar face she was looking for. The shutter sound of the camera clicking could be heard, and the girl made sure she took a shot of the man at every angle. The girl wasn't a reporter nor an investigative journalist covering a crime syndicate case, but she was Laura, Laura Benson. “He sure has good manners,” Sandra murmured, chewing on the gum in her mouth, and she raised her camera again to take another shot. “Yeah, please make my job easy,” Laura exclaimed happily when the blond guy turned his head, and she was able to capture his face more clearly. “Wow! That's an excellent shot," Laura mumbled excitedly looking at the images she just took with her camera, but her good moment was ruined by a voice behind her. “What are you doing over there, young lady,” a security man yelled, looking at the mysterious girl sitting comfortably on the branches of the tree. The voice of the man startled her, messing with her balance on the tree, and before she could register what was going on she lost her footings on the branch. Just like how the leaf flutters with the wave of air, Laura fell from the tree to the ground. “Ouch,” she let out a loud shriek full of agony and with the way, she landed terribly on the ground she might have broken her back. The people in front of the warehouse and the security guard that let out an alarm widened their eyes in shock looking at the girl who had just fallen from the tree, and they all sucked in their breath. Laura twisted her body in pain, but her brain suddenly froze when she remembered something. "My camera!” She screamed, looking around frantically for that shiny black object. The people around were still in shock about the fall and went back into another state of shock looking at the woman who was acting like a mad woman looking around the littered fall leaves. “Ahhh! Thank God,” Laura's crooked voice sounded, sighting her camera on the other side of the tree where she fell, and she dragged her sore body to pick it up. She dusted the camera and held it like a baby with absolute care in the world. That was her baby, if it died, she died. "You there, "the voice of the earlier security man jolted Laura out of her reverie, and when she looked around, she noticed people looking at her. At that time, the only thing that came to her mind was to RUN. Laura took to her heels, dragging her sore body, and the security man who was walking to her side in worry stood transfixed where he was. “Why would be she running? Didn't she just fall from that tree?” the man wondered, looking at the running Laura with the speed of a cheetah, and he just shakes his head. "It's good to be young.” “Wow, that was quick,” Laura says panting, and her breath uneven as she looks behind to see if anyone was following her. She just had a narrow escape because no matter the situation she can't be caught, and her job doesn't permit that. It was their rule, to appear and disappear like the wind, not get caught. “A job is done, then I think it's time I report to work,” Laura says, flipping her black jet hair that was glowing under the illuminated sunlight. She walked through the busy streets of the city and bounced her hair, but she noticed that people cast her different glances, which she wondered why. "What is their problem?” Laura wondered, looking at the passerby that was giving her a skeptical look. ********************************** Inside the city traffic, a man with a stoic face was seen staring impatiently at his wristwatch and he hissed in frustration as he watched every second that ticks man who seemed like his right-hand man gulped in fear at his irritated boss that was getting impatient by every second. More than impatient, he was even more enraged. He looked outside the car window and his sight caught someone walking and bouncing excitedly with her hair clustered in fall leaves, and only one thought crossed his mind. “What a crazy woman,” he says, retracting his eyes from her like a plague. At that time, the traffic light changed to green and the car moved, but the man still decided to look out the window again to see if he would catch a glimpse of that crazy woman, but she was gone. "What was that?"the man mumbled, fascinated by his actions. ********************************************* Laura jogged in excitement with her camera around her neck like a necklace as she made her way into a coffee shop. “Hi Gladys,” Laura greeted a lady in her late 20s wearing an apron. “How are ....,” Gladys was saying, but her words got caught in her throat when she saw the state of the girl, who just entered the coffee shop. “Oh my God, girl, are you competing in her Halloween party with your costume,” Gladys exclaimed and Laura wondered why she reacted that way. “What are you saying, Gladys,” Laura asked, raising her eyebrow and giving Sandra a skeptical look. Laura already knew Gladys as a drama queen, so she didn't give her words much thought as she strides into the inner room that you wouldn't know was there in the coffee shop. “Hi boss,” Laura greeted a man buried in whatever he was doing, and he raised his head revealing a man in his late 40s with rimmed glasses making him look strict. The man is Gary, he owns the coffee shop, and Laura's boss. Gary was running a business that had to do with a confidentiality agreement. Their business is to get their clients any information they want about the people they need, whether about their relationship, their business deals, their relatives, and many more, but the main highlight of the business is they can also stand as a fill-in and matchmaker.. The business is called a job-a-cent. All you just have to do is pay, and your job would be done with swiftness. They could do anything for money, so far it's not against the law. Gary was the man who introduced Laura to her dime job she had been into, and he also always supplied her with clients and just like now, she was there to report to him. “What did you get yourself into, this time to be soaked in leaves,” Gary says strictly, and Laura widens her eyes in shock. Leaves? She thought, and she quickly took her hands to her head and there it was, a leaf stuck in her hair that also explained the side glances the people were giving her and also Gladys's outburst. She started removing the leaves, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment because of her clumsiness. "Where is the information?” Gary asked, and Laura quickly came forward and gave him the camera and a notepad. “He likes sunbathing, weird,” Gary mutters going through the notes, and Laura closed her eyes in embarrassment at how she had to stalk someone when sunbathing. She just handed the information she acquired after stalking the blond man, and she reported it to her boss. Their client has a secret crush on a blond man, and she asked them to get her information on the man since the pay was cool. “He sure has odd hobbies,” Gary says, dropping the notes on his table and bringing a check, and sending it over to Laura. Laura quickly accepted the envelope, her face covered with excitement. She could finally clear some of her bills. "Thanks, boss, but I have to run before momma calls, "Laura says, almost out of the office, but Gary's voice halts her steps. “Laura, I don't know if you can take this job,” Gary says with a deliberating tone and Laura c****d her eyebrow at him. Laura was confused because Gary knew her family situation, and he knew she would appreciate any job she could get, wasn't that why she started the job? “Are you kidding Gary, you know how desperate I needed money.” “Ok then I will brief you on it,” Gary says, going through his files. “How much is the pay,” Laura, as a money grumpier inquired, and that was also the main reason she took up some of her jobs. “$2,000,” Gary answered and Laura gazed at him in shock. $2,000? “Are we killing someone?”Laura asked in a hushed voice.