Homework

Nekane's eye squinted and she woke up in her bed. The sun peeked through the open curtains and she turned to the side so it wouldn't bother her. Her duvet was soft and warm, and especially comforting in the autumn and the cooler weather. There was a few perfect weeks in the year when she could leave her windows opened up a crack and be comfortable inside and she savored them.

She wrapped her arms around Jeremy's warm chest and pulled herself close to him as she became the big spoon.

All of a sudden Nekanes eyes opened wide.

"Jeremy! You dork! You have to get out of here". She pushed on his back and ripped the covers over him.

"hmm... hey!" He yelled as he was woken up suddenly and the cool air hit his body.

"Your parents are going to kill you if you're not at your apartment and they decide to check in!"

"mmm..." Jeremy answered as he rolled out of bed and started getting ready to leave.

"I don't even know how you convinced me to let you stay over. Come on, come on, I've got stuff to do."

She escorted Jeremy to the front door and pushed him out the door.

"See you later miss."

"Good bye Jeremy"

What a dork.

Anyway, she wasn't lying, she had a lot to do today. Sergio wasn't kidding when he said he was trying to nab an important client. It was short notice for him and it was a short notice for her. An important family on the south side of the city wanted to fortify one of their buildings. Not unusual per se, a lot of groups shored up security at their properties as they grew. But this family, the Frads wanted it done quickly, far to quick for any contractors they had reached out for. Nekane knew her company had the connections to get the work done, that was what they were known for. But she also knew they weren't going to do it for nothing. The family wasn't really one of the more well known ones, and Nekane needed to get some information if she was going to help in the negotiations.

Plus, she had to get pick up some groceries.

Nekane poured some cereal and milk as she started to plan out the day. It was already pushing ten o'clock; she didn't have time for a full breakfast. As she waited for the milk to soften the pieces of cereal, she bustled around the apartment gathering items. She picked up a high quality camera, and small recording device, along with a small tablet computer and a few other items and lay them down on the couch.

She stopped by the front closet and paused while she picked out her bag for all her gear. She finally settled on a black designer bag. It was worn black leather with small matte black rivets holding it together. It would be considered quite fashionable, but it was essentially a duffle bag, perfect for her gear today.

Behind and to either side of the bag she picked were multiple other bags. A couple were very cheap and basic, but most were designer and would be quite expensive. Nekane was nothing if not stylish, but she was not rich. She sometimes thought that she could be if she wanted to be, but that wasn't what she was there for. In fact, in many ways being too rich could be a hinderance.

However, Nekane's profession offered quite a few perks when it came to creature comforts. When negotiating contracts it was expected that she and those at her company make the clients feel as comfortable as possible. It was one of the many reasons clients chose to use an intermediary instead of making the arrangements themselves. In addition to having different political goals, often times different factions and groups would have cultural norms and practices that were not trivial. To take that element out of business dealings decreased the chance of failure greatly.

To Nekane's benefit, the company would often buy her clothes and accessories to match the social or cultural setting of the work she was doing. Since most clothes was fitted to her they company allowed her to keep what she used, with the caveat that she use it again if needed later. She wasn't sure if anyone in headquarters had really thought it out, but it was a blanket policy which meant she got to keep the bags and other various items too.

She would be remiss if she didn't admit that some of her things were procured through different means. Even aside from her job, Nekane knew how to use the resources she had at hand proficiently. She rarely didn't end up getting something she wanted some how.

Nekane grabbed a grey leather jacket and slipped it on over the white camisole top she had picked. She was wearing jeans and a pair of low-rise wedges. She was dressed a bit casually for doing work, but it was the weekend and even if she had to go into the office, anyone would understand. Plus, there likely wasn't anyone there and she wanted to get some errands done for herself too. At least she seemed to be feeling better.

As she grabbed the door knob and swung open the door, Nekane' stomach lurched back, as if it wanted to stay in the apartment while the rest of her body tried to leave.

"ugg...."

"Come on!" Nekane yelled to no-one as she made an about-face and ran to her bathroom.