Figuring Gyro out

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'Another day, another dollar.'

Certainly, we would all agree that it's a cliche and overused statement, but I see no other way to describe how tedious my life has been for the past eight years. Off course, it all pays off when I'm rewarded with a handsome paycheck from Megan after a job well done and this new job wasn't going to be any different.

I started my job at Splash a Star right out of college and found myself moving up the ranks without much stress and problems. Even though my success in the firm was rather quick, most of my earlier years consisted of running petty errands, doing the desk work and going on assignments that my employers and seniors at the firm considered too low for agents of their calibres to embark on.

Nevertheless, they still took the credit and applauds for those jobs I worked hard on. But to be honest, I think they were just being too proud and lazy to get their jobs done hence they pushed it over to the junior workers —hence, me.

However, I owe my success to their lazy asses because their apathy towards work ended up as a positive thing for me. One fateful night of an open bar concert and their misplaced priorities left me with 14 new clients —which consisted of some of the most popular celebrities in the music and showbiz world.

It gavw me a huge boost and I climbed up the ranks very quickly. Fast forward to eight years later and I'm as senior as they come, and one of the best in the firm. And definitely, I wasn't going to mess up this new job.

The cab pulled over right in front of my apartment situated in the serene and richly Brentwood environment. After paying him, I walked into the house and went straight to the showers, freshening up from the day's job with a relaxing hour –long bubble bath that soothed my nerves.

The next on the list was to get food and since I didn't like to cook very much, I ordered Chinese takeouts and enjoyed my wholesome meal of Dumplings. With a demanding job like this, I really didn't have much time for myself or anything else apart from... working.

Of course, I'm proud of myself for getting this far in my career at such a young age —who wouldn't be? But the process gets stressful and tedious after a while and sometimes, I wish I could just let loose.

I didn't even have friends —or as I like to say in compensation for my antisocial behavior, I didn't really have the _time_ to make friends. At this point, my best and only friend was my pink wandstick vibrator which often travels with me and it's pretty much the only thing I trust in this world.

Not that I don't wish to make friends, but the nature of my job —which requires discreetness and secrecy didn't need any 'friend' trying to peer into my work life and plus, I travel too much for the to-and-fro of;

"Hey Coco, we should catch up sometime when you get back from _some foreign country I've never heard of yet_"

"Oh yeah sure, Definitely not."

Hence, all I had was the consistency of myself, my work and my trusty wandstick —when it's fully charged.

I decided to get to work on Gyro; having some information about her before I start working there tomorrow would go a long way in getting this job done quickly and I knew just the right guy for the task.

Lance Philips was a reliable source and we have come a long way working together on various projects and assignments together as a team. I knew him from college after he had asked out one of my roommates and she rejected him, calling him a nerdy dork who was an unfuckable virgin.

Ten years later, he's still a tech -savvy, nerdy dork who is essential to my career as he helps me dig up dirt on the lives of my targets, and is most likely still a virgin.

I had previously told him about the case study and asked him to gather up as much information he could find on her and I was hoping for some positive results today by the time I call him.

Taking out my phone, I scrolled to his Contact ID and dialed his number. After a few rings, he picked up the phone.

"Hey Lance, how are you doing?" I greeted the moment he answered the phone.

"Very well, thank you. Have you gotten the job at Gyro's?" He inquired.

"Yes I have. It was successful and she picked me almost immediately she saw me, without any test or questionings of any kind."

"I see. That's the Coco effect working right there." He complimented and I smiled, arching my brows at what he said.

"Coco effect? What's that?" I questioned, stifling a laughter.

"Oh, it's just the fact that you have a distinctive aura around you. You can easily get what you want and however you want it without putting in much effort." He explained and I have to admit that he was quite correct in the description, but matter of factly, he lost me at 'aura'.

I don't believe in all that parapsychology shit like auras, ghosts and telepathy.

I chuckled.

"Aura, Lance? Like seriously?? I honestly thought your dorkiness ended in college."

"A leopard never changes its spots, I guess."

"Okay, enough with the chit chat. I need the info on Gyro. I'm starting the job tomorrow." My tone has assumed a professional timbre and the sternness was vivid now.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm afraid that there isn't much out there about her. I had tried to gather some information but the feeds on her private life are very scanty and unyielding." Lance explained and I arched my brows, puzzled and wondering why Megan would send me on an assignment to dig dirt on someone who was uninteresting and unscandalous.

As if reading into my thoughts, Lance added, "However, it's not because her paths have been pure and innocent all these while. It's because whatever has been going on behind the scenes, she's been very good at covering up her tracks so no one was suspicious of her actions to put it on the net."

I sighed deeply, "So you mean there's nothing you can do for me?"

"I'm afraid so, Coco. You'll have to figure it all out yourself."

"Okay Lance, thanks for your help. I'll contact you when I get another job."

"Once again, I'm sorry I couldn't be of help to you this time Coco. But I'll talk to you some other time, I'm getting another call right now." And with that, he hung up the phone.

I got up from the chair and began pacing around the room. I had an inkling that something of this nature might happen because celebrities like Gyro really know how to tuck in the loose ends of their dirty secrets and it would be very hard to access them as an outsider; you have to be on the inside to know what's happening internally. And that's why I tried out to become her personal driver and thankfully, it worked.

I was really excited about this job, I was going to put my all into it so that it would be yet another notch on my badge —being one of the Senior VP Investigating Agents of Splash a Star magazine wasn't a day's job and I really need to get my jobs done excellently well to be ahead of the others.

However, for the meantime I was going to cut ties with the magazine and stay away from calling Megan too often, so as to not arise suspicions since I would be in close contact with Gyro.

I wouldn't want to mess this up and ridicule myself and disappoint Megan by risking the expose of how our company gets its job done.

I decided that it was time to get packing, so I went into my closet and began arranging my clothes and accessories into my suitcases. I really had a positive feeling about this job and I couldn't wait to see what dirt Gyro was hiding, she would never know what hit her.