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You'd rather not touch on the specifics of how you wound up here, not yet anyways. We'll have that conversation later, when it's a better time.
To keep it brief though, you trusted a friend and that didn't work out so well. They meant well, though.
You stand up from the table, the shaking in your body subsiding as you find your normal voice. "So, what were the other cards then?"
It surprises you that THAT'S the first thing you ask, but you genuinely want to know. How were your chances at suceeding?
The loan shark reaches out to the middle of the desk and flips one after the other, laying the answers in front of you.
DEVIL,TOWER,MOON. FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN, EIGHTEEN.
"I would say, you did well in picking a favorable number AND card." He speaks up, grabbing the pieces of paper in his hand before tossing them up. In a matter of moments you watch as the tarot cards vanish from sight, just as they appeared in the first place.
"So...is all this part of your class? The disappearing cards, mind reading, multiple colors?"
The shark lets out a snort of a laugh before shaking his head. "My friend, you're thinking a bit to linear. The deck was just a deck, nothing more nothing less. A COLORFUL deck, I'll agree, but nothing special." He tilts his head up to look at the ceiling, you follow his gaze and...
There's a camera.
"The vanishing and gathering is done via another person in the facilities. They watch, we talk, she sends me things when I need them. Easy as that!" He places his palm on the table, looking across at you as tilts his head.
He conveniently leaves the last question unanswered as he seems to expect the next confusion out of your lips, which comes as expected.
"So what do you mean welcome me? What am I...here for?"
He grins widely again, toothy and proud as can be. "My friend, we're not just a loaning business, no that is more a trick to get the proper folks in, at best. The truth is, we run a bit of an information gathering service, for those with the money. Nothing illegal I might add!" He raises his hands up to try and dispell any worries you might have, even if this whole place feels sketch.
"Think of us like...private investigators. Police, government, the well paying citizen. We gather information that they need via several methods and keep ourselves funded! I've found over the years that those in desperate positions are the type that have what it takes. A bit clever, a bit gifted, but unsure of their own potential!"
He moves now to face you on the same side of the table, a hand on your shoulder. It's warm...and gentle in grip. "You've clearly had struggles, I know where you are. But this place, we can help. Give you direction, a place to regrow. The money you owe us will be paid in full back if you work with us, and you'll receive more than you'd ever would at a 'normal' job. I think we could help one another, and truthfully, I want you to be my partner." He grins widely.
"You're crazy in the way I can work with."
A lot of thoughts are running through your head right now, wondering what could possibly be the way to respond to this. You want to be hesitant and play it safe, but isn't that what got you here? Safe never worked for you, and the only time you've won lately, was when you took a risk.
And you're going to take one more.
You look up to the loan shark and nod your head, the faintest hint of a smile crossing your cheeks. "I think, maybe, this is a good thing. I'll do it, so long as I can be of service."
He grins and offers his hand out to you. "It's a deal then, you officially work with us here at Down-Low P.I. Good to have you on the team!"
You smile a bit more broadly now. "Good to work with you as well Mr...?"
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