Leaving Her at Home

Senior POV

Work was taking too long today, my mind was nearly too preoccupied to notice Emi being dragged out of her office by two hunks, security guys most likely, screaming that she did nothing wrong! Wrong! For you have wronged me!

Anyways, almost all of my thoughts were on the girl playing the guitar at my house.

Or more precisely, what exactly she was doing instead! Is she ruining Emmit?! Or maybe hacking a government database for fun?

Or is she being a good girl and obeying my request? Nope?

Didn't think so...

As I quickly finish the work I was required to do, I slip out of the office, its not like I'm not allowed to, it's just that I don't think its nice to leave 2 hours earlier than the rest of the people do.

I've yet to get the work from home form returned, which would permit me to work much less, since I wouldn't be forced to sit at a desk.

I applied for the permission to do so 3 months ago, but they haven't approved it, or even told me the status that they're in. Maybe I needed to complete another form or something, bureaucracy these days...

As I wait for the hover train to pick me up and bring me home, I open my phone to see the notifications, and there I see several ads, spam messages, and regular messages.

But there was one that poked out, it was a message from an unknown caller ID sending me a video.

"It's probably extreme shit... Teenagers..." I mutter, directing my screen away from cameras and open the channel, to only see a thumbnail of the girl smiling with the guitar on her lap.

I look above the video to see that she encrypted it, and I believe she did a damn good job encrypting it if she was able of finding my phone number in only 4 hours.

As the recording starts, she picks up the guitar and starts strumming the same tune I played for her previously and then she starts adding in a few modifications to 'beautify' it. And it started to sound impossibly beautiful, but here I was, seeing and hearing her play those notes.

When the video finally ended, and I managed to pick my jaw off the floor, I send her a message to say she clearly used Jimi_Hendrix.exe or something.

However when I was about to send it, she sent a message saying that this conversation was only read-only for now, since she couldn't find a way to work around the system to do an untraceable two way conversation without using a satellites aid, which she clearly didn't have... yet.

The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful except for that lonesome e-harmonica player playing a synthesized tune that made it sound more like a saxophone.

...

I sigh, and think for a second about breaching the door, like how they do in those SWAT movies, but I decide it may result in a few broken bones, a still standing door, a mocking girl, and most importantly, a whole lot of tears.

I unlock the door and the electric bolt, attempting to open it and lo and behold, it wasn't budging, the manual bolts were still firmly in place. But I expected as much, I pound on the door.

I see the optical slip, also known as, 'Hole in the door' open up, and I hear the thunk of the bolts sliding, and a young woman, in such tidy clothing that it would almost make a maid envious.

That was until I realized that they were my finest clothes, some charitable people might call it 'Sunday Dress,' but I call it, "MY FUCKING CLOTHES!!!!" I yell.

Why is she in them?! This... bitch! She doesn't even ask!

"They look kinda good on you actually," She blushes at my compliment, but I tell her to get out of it, it's for special situations, like when I'm going for an interview or something at that caliber.

She pouts and folds it up neatly, getting undressed in front of me. But before any excitement could occur, I realize she planned me to tell her to lose the clothes...

"You know what? You can keep those clothes, however you need to keep them tidy for me or else I swear, I'm gonna have to something nasty," I warn, not sure what I should do, "Also, keep em smelling nice, I don't want the smell of woman on my clothes, it would make me look weird," I say sorta sheepishly.

"Wanna hear me play the guitar? You probably doubt my skills," I snort, of course I doubt her skills...

She produces the guitar and starts strumming and lo and behold, it was significantly more complex than the recording she sent me.

"And your not using any special software to improve your abilities?" She shakes her head and I quickly make a mental note that she can learn extremely quickly!

"And you're a wanted criminal, right?" She nods again, "Something like that."

"Darn, if you weren't one, I could bring you across the world to show off your talents! Shame you are a wanted criminal though," I mutter.

Before I could ask any more questions, she leaps on me and pins me to the ground, before I could ask what kind of charisma made her fall so much for me, I find out the real reason why she held me down.