"Finally! You really took your sweet time getting here didn't you!?" The first thing that greeted Margeret Elle upon entering the client's office in his factory in Motor City was the clients angry red face and loud voice. He was sitting there impatiently on a seat behind his desk where a lot of incomprehensible, at least to her, paper work was strewn about. A few more seconds of gazing at it and tuning out as much of the yelling as she could and she realized that the papers weren't strewn about willy nilly, just chaotically arranged.
"-and another thing!" Margaret continued to tune him out and wonder how was still yelling without being out of breath.
Half an hour later an out of breath, red faced, sweaty client was taking deep breaths. Margaret Elle couldn't help but admire the set of lungs her client had. 'Man imagine those kinds of lungs on a swimmer!' She thought. 'Or even better! A-'
Her thoughts were interrupted when her client cleared his throat, in the loud attention grabbing kind of way additionally, and settled comfortably in his chair. "*Cough*Right, you know what you're here for then?"
"You posted a job on the request board saying that you wanted some help dealing with some creditors. I'm here to help deal with creditors for you." She recited, taking some parts from memory from the job poster.
"Good girl. Creditors have been bothering me so much recently. Here, at my homes, their tax collectors even bother me when I'm taking a dump. Fucking creditors out for my money!" The client ranted. "So here's what you'll do for me, just hand around me til they show up and then you deal with them with any way you can think of..." He paused to think. "In fact, tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal. I'll throw in some extra cash if you get them to stop bothering me for a long long time. What do you say?"
Margaret Elle thought the offer over in her head. Extra money for resolving a situation that could probably have been dealt with easier with some proper complaints. 'This job should be a cakewalk!' She thought to herself. "Well Mr. Client, consider yourself a very convincing man. I accept the job for dealing with these creditors...and I'll throw in a bonus since your throwing in the bonus."
"Ah, so glad we can agree girlie." The client began ushering her out of the office. "Now out." He shoved her out of the door and slammed it shut. Margaret Elle remained silent for a few moments as she stared at the office door.
"Well..." She finally said, slowly turning away from it and beginning to walk away from the client's office. "That... was something." She turned a corner. "Not good, but I guess it was something..." Now all she had to do was hang around the places the client hung around and hopefully encounter these creditors or collectors...
For the rest of the day Margaret tailed her client for any sign of these tax collectors and creditors. She followed him in throughout his routine, keeping out of sight as to not incite any evidence of her presence. She could be sneaky if she wanted to and she wasn't making it obvious she was tailing her client.
She stayed hidden in the corners of the factory, dark and dusty as they were they were nothing compared to the ruins she's seen, it was actually refreshing to be in a space dark and dusty and utterly without a horrible horror dwelling in it. There were spiders but a quick smack with her hand swatted them away. The factory itself whirred and churned loudly as she hid in the corners, keeping here eyes on the office or the factory entrance should anyone come in unexpectedly.
One hour passed and the only people she had seen was the client and some factory workers. She had taken to paying a little attention to her job and decided to play with the spiders to pass her time, moving one spider from one hand to the other before letting them crawl away on a wall was fun.
Two hours passed and she had managed to find a chair and placed it in her corner. She was tired of standing in it so the chair helped a lot. Not the most comfortable but it would do for this job. She had grown tired to playing with spiders and letting them crawl away and had moved onto other things, like humming and tilting the chair she was on by the back legs and trying to balance it.
"UWAAH!" Her loud shriek came as she fell over backwards and kicked up a small cloud of dust. She quickly dusted herself and sat down again, not attempting any more balancing acts.
It was almost lunchtime and it looked like her client was still holed up in his office. A factory worker came by and had given her a sandwich, which she was now enjoying, and went on his way to eat with friends. Idly, Margaret wondered whether she should have invited a guild mate to this job but immediately put the thought aside when she saw the office door open. It looked like her client was getting ready to go out for his own lunch break.
Margaret stood up and stretched for a bit, watching her client as he left the factory, and began to follow him into the city. She figured that there'd be a better chance of the tax collectors appearing and approaching him in the city while he's eating rather than being holed up in his office all day. She looked at her sandwich and quickly scarfed it down, she'd have to get more food in the city too if she's planning on camping around her client. Nothing bad would happen to him anyways, he just wanted some help with some tax collectors, and she was sure that if she just let them know that they were inconveniencing her client then they would stop, or at least leash themselves to be less bothersome.