Secrets

Chapter One

One of those typical mornings where it’s just down right raining, and you either work, read, or has a funeral. Well, today would be that day, where I have all three. Yes, I have to work, I read for work, and I have a funeral to attend. The funeral isn't anybody related to me, it's one of my clients, and Heaven knows that today had to be my busiest days of the week! Gemini give me a break, would you!

I shuffled some papers around and found my dead clients. I grabbed my black light to reveal the name. I can't just leave their personal information for everyone that walks into my office, breaks the lock that is on the cabinets, and figures out how I organize my clients information.

"Hey, Gin, you ready to go?"

"Yea, just hold on a minute, Mikey."

Stripping down and putting on my "I'm not the dead guy's family, I'm his counselor" look. You probably can't tell the difference, unless I work with you. You see, I work with people. All different sorts of people; strangers, family, friends, and some celebrities. We, counselors, have three levels for celebrities.

Level 1.

Celebrities that aren't very popular, but can still be known.

Level 2. 

Celebrities that become celebrities from other celebrities, they can also be famous in most places, but not all.

Level 3. 

Worst celebrities to work with; they also are very difficult to work with. It's very hard to get into their schedule and get them into a private place. Normally their fans know every little detail that is going on with them. It's every counselor's death wish.

"LET'S GO!!!" Mikey yelled.

"ALRIGHT, CALM YOUR TITS WOULD YOU?"

Walking down the outside steps of our work, I trip on a stick and land right on my butt. Fabulous! Just what I needed to top off this day. With my clothes sopping wet, I duck underneath Mikey's umbrella. Inside of some taxi cab, I snuggle next to Mikey, no we aren't a couple, for some warmth. Mikey's 6'1, with a lop of auburn hair; he's got a nice body for he's size. He isn't too muscular, or to skinny. He has these dull hazel eyes. I know he hates his eyes, but I personally find them memorizing. I know he has some problems in life, which I'm fine with him not telling me. By the way he walks, you can tell he doesn't like deep conversations, or letting his whole life story out to a person he doesn't truly know.

I hand the smelly cab driver some money, I tell him to go buy some deodorant with the extra money. I couldn't stand to be in that cab any longer. Call me a bitch, but I can be an honest person when it comes to my pet peeves.

Running across the road, feeling the icy wind against my neck, to a nice architectural church. I sit down next to an elderly couple. The pews seemed a little small. My butt could barely fit on them. I see the woman crying. After the amount of crying I've seen, you would think that I've gotten used to it, nope! I hand the lady a tissue and rub her back. She holds the tissue in her left hand, while her husband occupies her right. She smiles to say thank you as the Priest asks us to pray.

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When we were asked to see him one last time, I was last. I laid his folder under his arm. I've done it many of times. Brushing his hair back, one of the attendants handed me an envelope. The casket was closed and headed out the door. We were dismissed, Mikey's eyes where bloodshot, poor soul. Knowing the pain that he was going through had to be rough.

"Want to go for coffee?"

"Nah, I think I'll head home. Not in the city Gin, but back to Australia. I hope you don't mind if I take my month vacation early. I barely have"

"Shut it. You deserve this vacation; take the rest of the year off if you want. It's only March, and Mikey, I really don't mind what you do. You need to be with people that you truly know. I don't blame you! Just please call me, Skype me, whatever! I just want you alive! When you're ready to come back, do so please!" I tell him.

He really does deserve this. I've known Mikey for about a year. He's been working in the office for about three years though. I ran into him while I was trying to get into an elevator, he was trying to get out. I spilled all my coffee on me along with on him.  Call it a romantic novel, but Mikey and I are just friends! Ah, this is so cliché! I hugged Mikey and we said our goodbye.

                Walking down or up the street, who knows.. it’s pretty level to me.