Trust

Gamble part 3

Bobbi walked beside a the young Munna down the halls of the respected casino. It was the night of her first day and the pokemon whom had issued the tasks, Roy his name was, wanted to interview all of the guild members before they worked inside the casino. It was understandable, Bobbi assumed, when dealing with so much money that one would want to keep it safe. In order to stay calm and collected with such a large responsibility, one need trusted employees around them.

The kind you pick out yourself.

Bobbi hoped everything went well and her slobbering state wouldn't show her the door. During her first stay in Alomomola, she had decided city life wasn't for her. Especially the way pokemon looked down their nose at you.

The Munna excused herself quietly and opened a nearby door, sticking her head in. She seemed to talk one sidedly to someone in a whisper before turning back to Bobbi. "Go right in, Mr Roy is currently talking to an employee, just stand in the corner and he'll be right with you." She sent Bobbi a smile, before she floated back to her desk.

With a deep breath Bobbi eased her way into the room , making her way to the nearby corner.

"-And I told him boss, he just won't pay up." -

Bobbi made it to her corner, watching slightly as the Mawile stood before a desk. He had his arms cross and was shaking his head. "What do you want us to do?" He finished, shrugging slightly. "I know we have to make him pay, but how 'detailed' do you want our discussion to be?"

The chair behind the desk turned, showing a Slowking. The mon seemed in thought, and reached over his desk to a Newton's cradle , which he set in motion. He studied it for a moment. "Mr Dusk owes us quiet a bit of poke-dollars. One hundred thousand to be correct." The slowking looked at the Mawile darkly. 'You do the math on this one."

'Right away boss." The Mawile said, then left the room. The slowking watched him go before returning his attetion to the Newton's cradle. He watched for a few seconds, clacking back and forth. It began to slow itself when the Slowking spoke.

"Are you going to stay in that corner all night?"

Bobbi jostled slight before waddling up to his desk. The slowking glanced at her with a slow blink. Bobbi, slightly, nervous, started into greeting ( Now wishing she hadn't left the resume with Roy's receptionist this morning.) "Het-"

"Don't." Roy said, silencing her. "I read your resume, Miss Roberta. I can also recognize the symptoms of Madens Lingua Crasso, or Licky-Thicky-Sticky-Tongue-a-Titus as its street name is called." The Slowking sat back in his chair, eyeing her in a bit more detail, before smiling. "You can tell a lot about a mon by their actions, Miss Roberta and my eyes in the city tell me a small amount about you. I haven't the foggiest about your habits at work, or your home life. Before immigration or after, you seem to be like a cloud that just past by. I can easily say I know nothing about you."

Bobbi watched Roy stood from his chair and walked slightly out onto the veranda. He lent out over the railing and looked out over the city, a glow in the dark night. Bobbi had followed at a slight distance, pausing at the doorway, too nervous to go any farther. Roy scratched his chin for a moment. "Some pokemon are bothered by a lack of information like this..."

Bobbi gulped.

Roy seemed to somehow hear her, as he chuckled lowly. "In a city like this, I believe no news is good news." He turned his head slightly to look at her. "Besides, I have my ways of punishing thieves in my staff. " Roy just chuckled again and looked out over the city. "-and your already the usual colour of our floor employees. I need you to 'help' our newest employee, a Bisharp who's name I didn't catch, (AS I DIDN'T HIRE HIM) find some cheater and scammers on the Casino floor." Roy turned around to look at Bobbi again.

"Head on back to your hotel for the night, I want you bright eye'd and puffy tailed tomorrow for work, nice and early."

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