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"Im sorry sir, but we aren't hiring currently." The clerks voiced echoed in my head as i walked down downtown New York. I started to lose myself staring at the wet surroundings from the recent rain and the cars that continued to pass by. The air was thick with a musty smell and the small of exhaust. I began to space out, thinking of a job to apply for. I had tried nearly all the surrounding businesses surrounding my apartment. No one is hiring for another month or so and I just simply can't wait that long. My thought was suddenly interrupted when I was tackled to the ground by a man in a hoodie, I immediately knew that it was a mugger and made no attempt to fight back. He dug out my wallet and ran off laughing as he looked within the wallet. I only lied there watching him and slowly propping myself up. As I sat up, I noticed he had come a stop not but a few feet from me. "******** man!" he shouted as he threw the wallet on the ground and glancing back at me. I could only laugh as he then took off. I slowly got up and brushed myself off as i walked over to my wallet. I picked up my wallet and opened it up. There was nothing inside, no money or cards, only my ID and a bus ticket was inside. I laughed more as I thought about his attempt to mug a poor man.

I continued down downtown and grabbed my newspaper from my pack to look at the still available hirings. I skimmed down the list and noticed one that was out of place, or out of place to me. "Looking for assistant. Good pay as well as good hours. No experience is needed. Signed the NPA." I said to myself glancing at my location. It was worth a shot seeing as how it sounds promising. I double checked the location of the business and mine. Its only a block away from here. I started walking faster, anticipating my new job as an assistant for whatever this NPA was.

I soon found myself at the indicated location. It was an old looking building in between two larger complexes. The building was a 3 store old brick apartment, well it looked like an apartment. I triple check the address and the one of the building only to find them the same. "This can't be the right place..." I commented doubtfully. I stood there for a good 5 minutes before I decided to take a step inside. I pushed open the doors into the building. What greeted me was a small reception like room with stairs going to the next floor and a couch, and that was it. The air was filled with dust that was even visible with the rays of the sun. There were cobwebs in just about ever ceiling corner, the floor was make of wood planks that look really old and looked bleached. "Hello?" I called out seeing if there was any life within this building. I closed the main door and took some steps to the nearest door. The door was made of dark wood and had some missing numbers above it. I made my way to the stairs and up them. Each step creaked eerily and made me feel uncomfortable. At the top of the stairs was a door to my right and another couch across from it. It was still dusty on the 2nd floor, but the door was different, It had a glass pane with the letter NPA on it as well as the name Clair Blackensdale. "Well maybe im in the right place after all...but it looks like this has been run down for years." I said aloud. While I was standing there I heard footstep coming up the stairs. I had froze in place with fear as someone was actually here. I slightly turned my head towards the stairs and saw a woman walking up. She had her head tilted down as she came up with her dark red hair covering he face. She was dressed in a brown leather jacket and some dark blue jeans and pointed boots. I had smelled the scent of a cigarette and noticed her smoking one, only holding it lightly with her mouth. "Oh excuse me, but are you..." I trailed off realizing that she wasn't even paying the least bit attention to me. She just completely walked past me without even acknowledging me and walked through the door with the NPA sign on it.