Nadia Essex ✪ Jyn Erso (nextchance) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-05-10 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | nadia essex, raphael cruz |
Who: Nadia Essex and Raphael Cruz
What: A spy walks into an office building...
Where: Bay Property Management in Miami, FL
When: Wednesday, May 10; afternoon
Warnings: TBD, but probably mild
"Another one for you, Jane."
It took practice to fumble the key that came flying at her; Jane Hawkins wasn't the type of girl that had that sort of split second reflex. Nadia Essex was, but Nadia Essex didn't work in this awful little building with these awful little people. This was entirely Jane's world. Not entirely logical, but it did help Nadia sleep at night knowing that this degrading job was what was paying for the apartment she was renting from the selfsame awful little company she worked for. Jane was the one that raised a hand to try to catch the glint of silver coming toward her and accidentally batted it into the floor instead with a girly little squeak. Jane was the one that got down on her knees to crawl under the desk and look for it, ass in the air. Just what the sleazy man who'd tossed it at her in the first place was hoping for, she imagined.
Of course, it was Nadia who pressed the key she retrieved quickly into a block of wax (one of several carefully hidden under the desk) to make an impression, but that was Nadia's business. It wasn't much of one. She'd run better schemes than this before. It was something at least. Under the radar. Harmless enough really. She only ever gave out the keys to places that weren't occupied. The places where no one was going to get hurt when someone broke in and started stripping wires or stealing microwaves or cooking meth. Whatever it was that they chose to do with the properties she handed over to them. Nadia didn't judge, nor did she ask too many questions. She was the supplier; they were the ones running the biggest risks. No one looked twice though. They didn't rent out the type of properties that anyone really cared about. It was assumed that they'd all just broken in without any outside assistance. The locks were changed and Nadia did it all over again. Not all their properties. That would be stupid. Then she'd get caught for sure.
Not that she wasn't running the risk already. And not that getting caught would be the end of the world if it were to happen. It wouldn't be the first time that Nadia had to reinvent herself on the fly. She was almost an expert at it by this point. A girl did what she had to, to eat. It wasn't her fault that the only really valuable skills she'd ever picked up happened to lay on the less legal side of the world.
Nadia climbed back into her seat with a self-deprecating smile. "I guess I'm not getting on the company softball team anytime soon." Not that there was a company softball team. That would require them all wanting to be around each other a lot more than they did. Sure, Nadia went out for drinks with some of the girls sometimes, but that was different. That would have looked odd, if she hadn't. All the girls went out for drinks together, the ones that weren't married at least. Jane wasn't married, didn't even have a boyfriend, though she always made sure to talk about the horrible dates that she'd been on.
"That's alright. You've got other talents." The look on her boss's face implied that crawling around on the floor was certainly one of the best of them. Nadia managed to control the urge to gag until he'd let himself back into the hallway that led to the building's offices with a "file that for me, sweetheart."
"Shove it up your ass, sweetheart." Nadia muttered it under her breath, but she looked around after she'd said it anyway. Just in case.
The block of wax, with a flawless imprint of both sides of the key, went into a plastic baggie inside her purse. The key went into the small closet behind the front reception desk, locked up tight for everyone but her and the agents that were responsible for showing the properties they managed. Then Nadia went back to her desk, sensible skirt and blouse rearranged into perfect, professional lines. A few more hours to go until they closed up for the day and Nadia could go and see if there was anyone in the usual spots looking to buy. It was even better if she could get her wares to someone just as soon as the key had crossed back over her desk. More likely to be blamed on the previous tenant when something important went missing.
A deceptively cheerful tinkling drew Nadia's gaze to the door as it swung open, a polite smile plastered on her face. "Welcome to Bay Property Management. How can I help you today?"