Office of Jonathan Taylor, Private Investigator<br/><br/>Jonathan Taylor sat in his office, drinking a can of cola. He never liked coffee, too bitter, even with the sugar. He held his staff in his other hand, simply toying with it and idly spinning it back and forth on his office's wood floors. He looked out the window to the Manhattan streets, counting the cars as they passed...he lost count after four. On the window painted in green letters, backwards from his perspective, were the words: JONATHAN TAYLOR, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. Granted the title was not entirely what his job description entailed, but he would look a bit loony pasting Wizard, Sorceror, or Magic Practicioner on his window. His can of cola empty, he threw it across his office towards the trash can in the corner near the door, he scowled seeing that it was about to miss and focused his will altering its trajectory the tiny bit it needed to land in. Score.<br/><br/>It was at about this time that the bell connected to his door started ringing and his client walked on in. She was a middle aged woman, who looked in her early thirties, she had on a working business suit that despite her attempts to look business had the strange ability to look sexual because of the way it hugged her...parts. While John was not one to simply stare at any woman he found this woman's....smile rather attractive. He rested his staff against the wall and smiled his business smile, though he had a feeling he would be wiping it off right about now when she told her the verdict of the case he went on for her.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Redding, please sit down." he said, the smile attempting to work its way into his voice. She heeded his suggestion and sat down in the chair opposite his side of the oak table that separated them.<br/><br/>"Detective Taylor...do you have any news of my husband?" she asked, her voice somewhat worried, but not exactly as much as John expected. Mrs. Redding's husband had gone missing a week ago, why she had not called the cops he had no idea. She had come to him to find where he was. It was not particularly hard, he had found missing people before, all he had to do was get a sample of his hair from their house and then use it to track his location. He was afraid that she would not like what he found.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Redding this might be hard for you to hear. I found your husband at a house across the island." he said, steepling his fingers.<br/><br/>"Is he alright? Is something wrong?" she asked, once again the worry not that impressively notable.<br/><br/>"Oh....he is quite alright, in fact he's cheating on you with a much younger woman." he said, "I knocked on their door and was answered by a woman, I saw your husband inside however, not entirely dressed, in fact not at all dressed. I am pretty sure he is cheating on you."<br/><br/>"Oh..." Mrs. Redding said, her voice actually gaining a sort of depression to it.<br/><br/>"I am so terribly sorry, this happens all the time with woman like yourself, scumbag husband finds a young fish and forgets about who he really loves."<br/><br/>"It is quite alright...I had suspected that he had been having an affair for a few months now, I was just too much in denial to believe it. Thank you for your assistance in confirming my suspicions." she had a solemn tone to her voice, she did not seem to be the kind of person to show emotions, but now it seemed her emotional wall broke. She was sad, but she had too much dignity to cry.<br/><br/>"Now..." John said with a neutral tone, "I am sorry for your predicament, but-"<br/><br/>"Yes," she interrupted, "we must talk about pay." she reached into her purse and pulled out a checkbook. "I believe this should be sufficient." she said, scribbling quite a satisfying number on the paper.<br/><br/>John looked at it and did not smile, even though the pay was good, that would be disrespectful. "Yes, that should be fine, sorry about what happened once again."<br/><br/>"It is quite alright, I cannot blame you for something my husband did." she said, "Have a good day Detective Taylor."<br/><br/>Mrs. Redding wandered out the door, the bell ringing as she exited. John slumped back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. He hated having to break bad news to people, he wished he could give everyone a happy ending, but unfortunately that wasn't the world he lived in. On the bright side, he got paid, and a good amount too, this would be enough to pay bills for the next few months.<br/><br/>"Chauncy, come forth." John said, waiting a brief moment before a bright light flashed in his jacket pocket. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a medallion, its sapphire jewel blinking slightly.<br/><br/>"Howdy boss," a voice echoed from the medallion, "what's up?"<br/><br/>"Oh just needed the company you know how lonely the office gets."<br/><br/>"Seriously boss, you need to get laid, if a small piece of metal is the only company you get in the world then you need to reconsider your priorities."<br/><br/>Chauncy was a minor elemental from the Hunter's Crowl, the world that existed besides Manhattan. Not physically besides it but universally besides it, Hunter's Crowl was a sort of alternate world where creatures people believed existed only in fairy tales lived. That was not to say there weren't creatures like that wandering Manhattan to begin with, it was just that they aren't as open about what they were in Manhattan as they were in the Crowl. John tried his best not to wander around the Crowl...not a lot of creatures thought highly of him, they didn't think highly of many humans. So John decided to not go the Crowl unless a case demanded he needed to do so, it wasn't actually that uncommon for a child to be stolen by a fairy or some guy to be suddenly wind up missing because of boogeymen. It was up to people like him to make sure that didn't happen.<br/><br/>But for now...Jonathan Bailey Taylor sat in his office chair, ignoring Chauncy and his mindless banter, and did what he always did. He waited for his phone to ring for another job....life was boring.