/soy/ - Soyjaks

It was a bleak morning, the type of which makes you think twice before you get up, the type of which makes her ask twice for just 15 more minutes, there is no winning this game. Duty calls. My office was quiet, the air was damp, the papers scattered, my coffee black and my secretary still drowsy. Three loud knocks, the client comes in. Plain clothes, puny face, glasses, sharp scowl, real mama's boy. Only she could love a mug like this. This city kills people, you can see it behind their eyes. "Name's Chud, I've got a job for you." He said, pushing an envelope across my desk. "My coworker is not what he seems. Nobody wants to believe me. You gotta help me" I took it, pulled out the content, and spread the photos like a deck of cards.

"Mhm, I can see it, but it's nothing concrete. The pictures are too sloppy, the shoulders are obstructed, the face is at wrong angle. I will learn nothing from this." I leaned back in my chair, trying to catch my thoughts, trying to find a reason to keep going, a reason to send him away, but alas there was nothing. Im the best and this is what I do. I rocked the chair forward with a snap "Tell me about this hotshot, where can I find him, where he lives…" I paused. "What's his name." Chud's eyes were avoiding mine, as if embarassed to utter the name. I don't blame him. "They call him… Troonella but it sounds wrong, this guy's bad news be careful." I nodded. The outside world is a dangerous place, and its paltry tricks might impress foolish people, but I see right through them. My name is Giga and I'm a Private Transvestigator.