"We're about twelve miles out," Cynthia shouted against the wind, "so we should be there soon." Breya nodded, clinging tighter to the demon that was escorting her to her next job. They, or rather Cynthia, was flying high above the United States at a speed that normal ghosts couldn't achieve. It was one of the many perks to being granted demon status over ghost status. Since Breya was almost fresh out of haunting school she didn't expect any cool perks to being dead just yet.<br/><br/>After staring down at the American landscape for hours, Breya began to feel like her life-force was being drained out of her for a second time. She closed her eyes, and flashes of memories from the job interview process floated to the surface.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Breya was nervous, but on the surface she looked calm and ready. The receptionist's desk in front of her seemed unnecessarily tall, though it was probably Breya's short stature that formed her perspective.<br/><br/>"Hi there, I have an interview with Argus Black?" Breya tapped the desk with her fingers, looking into the impossibly black sunglasses of the surly receptionist. 'It's almost like she doesn't have eyes,' Breya thought, fighting a shudder that was threatening to roll through her body.<br/><br/>"Name?"<br/><br/>"Breya O'Doherty." <br/><br/>The receptionist pointed a clawed finger to the seats on the opposite wall, where two others were already sitting. Breya assumed they were ghosts from their submissive demeanor and opalescent sheen. Breya sat down and waited.<br/><br/>...and waited.<br/>.....and waited.<br/><br/>The receptionist suddenly called her name and Breya was up like a shot, following her pointed claw once again to a demon with a clipboard, who led her down a short black hallway to an imposing Door.<br/><br/>"He's waiting for you," the demon creaked, smiling knowingly as he turned away and walked back down the hall.<br/><br/>Breya stood in the dim lighting for a moment, composing her thoughts and taking some deep breaths.<br/><br/>'it's okay', Breya thought to herself, 'third time's the charm, right? I can do this. You got the interview, you got the job. You got the interview, you got the job."<br/><br/>The fakely confident ghost continued her inner mantra as she turned the dented brass doorknob of the Door, which was placed artistically in the centre rather than on the side...</span><br/><br/>"Here you are!" Cynthia shouted. Breya lifted her head and squinted down. They were still at the same altitude, so everything looked exactly as it had a half hour ago.<br/><br/>"I'm going to drop you now!"<br/><br/>"Wait what? CynthiaaaaAAAAAHHH!" Breya's disconcerted question turned to a scream as the demon rolled in the sky and she began plummeting to the ground below at an alarming speed.<br/><br/>Breya's descent was alarming, but was not paired with the stomach-churning, head-rushing physical feelings of mortals. Rather, as an astral being, her aura felt displaced, as if it had been pulled out of her and was being carried along behind her like a kite. As she was able to make out the details on the roofs of the houses she started slowing until she floated lightly to the ground as if she were a feather.<br/><br/>Recovering from her strange experience, Breya looked up at the sky to try and spot Cynthia. There was no sign of the demon. The ghost let out a sigh and decided to focus on the ground where she had been left.<br/><br/>It was evening, and there was an empty children's park to Breya's left. She sat on a swing and conjured the job description to confirm the address.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Past the train station and to the left...</span>Breya muttered as she walked. There weren't many people out on the streets. Those that did walk by took no notice of the ghost, save for a miniature pinscher that barked wildly and jumped toward her, but was pulled back sharply by its owner.<span style="font-style: italic">That was a bit harsh, lady</span>Breya thought, grimacing.<br/><br/>Breya found the apartment building squashed in between two others that were the same in almost every way. Good thing they had numbers on them. She phased through the door and decided to take the stairs. She didn't have a physique to maintain, but the apartment she was looking for was only on the second floor.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">201, 203, 205....</span>Breya counted the door numbers compulsively until she found the right one.<br/><br/>The apartment was about as nondescript as the building it was in. Plain white walls, plain furniture, and a simple kitchen. Despite the plainness, it did have a big window on the far wall, which filled the room with a pleasant evening light.<br/><br/>Ghosts didn't have to sleep, but it didn't mean it couldn't still be a hobby. Breya considered peering into the two closed rooms, but the green couch in the living room was calling her name. She lay down with a sigh, her wavy orange hair flipping over the arm rest, and closed her eyes.<br/><br/>She would start work tomorrow.