Faerie Analyst

There was a time in Katrina's life when things were predictable. She knew where she was going to wake up and what she was going do to on any particularly given day. She knew the people around her and she absolutely knew that magic did not exist. Unfortunately, that was a very long time ago.

Katrina didn't exactly love her job but it paid the bills and it wasn't sucking the joy out of her life like some of the more unfortunate friends she knew. Katrina worked for the Center of Holistic Life and Being company. Which was a fancy way to say that they specialized in organization and management. Katrina's job did not consist of the more predigest aspect of firing people, she was just an analyst. Katrina would review potential clients, some who had invited the company and some who had not; and based on the probability of profit, she would send that information to the call center. The call center would contact the companies and would set up a time for the efficiency experts to visit the companies personally. Katrina never questioned her job until she saw something rather odd come across her desk. The company in question was Everlasting Emporium but as far as Katrina could tell, did not buy or sell any actual products. Katrina looked a bit deeper and found that the company had upward of 1000 employees with no observable methods of income. Katrina sent the information to the fraud department and put it out of her mind.

A few weeks later, while she was rushing to the office, lamenting over the fact that getting to work late was becoming a habit; she was stopped by the oddest looking man, causing her to stop short, and spilling her coffee all over her ivory top. Katrina stopped to glare at the man and gasped involuntarily at what she saw. He was a half a head shorter than Katrina and had on the most awful looking neon tweed suit, with a collection of colors ranging from pink to green to purple. Katrina, still shuttering from the affects of the tweed on her sensibilities, tried to move around the man but he stepped in her way again.

"Excuse me," Katrina tried. The man frowned.

"Ye were the reason why my loan was not accepted," he said with a think Irish accent, frowning up at her with lowered brows.

"I'm sorry?" Katrina said, "Mister..."

"It's not right," the man continued, ignoring Katrina's prompt. "Ye should be more careful. I have thousands of worker's depending on me. Ye canna just make decisions without thinking of those affected."

"I apologize," Katrina said, now trying to inch around the strange person. "But I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Ye will," the man said threateningly.

Katrina abandoned all pretense of civility and turned her back on the man. The last thing she remembered was a heavy hand on her shoulder and a cool icy fear racing through her veins.