InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Never Saw Me ❯ All I will say ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Story

Nu’s POV
Who am I? It doesn’t really matter because I wouldn’t tell you the truth anyway, but for now call me Nu. Where I come from? Let’s just say I’m from a lot of different places. Where I’m going? You’ll have to wait and see where I stop. Who I’m with? No one, I count on no one but myself, I trust only myself. Why am I going? For adventure, for fun, but most of all, because I can. What can I tell you? I won’t tell you my age, just that I’m very young. What I can be called by; Nu (don’t ask me what it stands for). My likes; girls, fucking girls, and my job. My dislikes; anyone or thing that gets in my way. My transportation; car, but doesn’t matter ‘cause I get a new one for every place I go to, so when I get to where I got to go, I’ll lose this Saturn and buy something else. My hobbies; fucking and partying and my job. My job; the most wanted criminal in the world. I’m good at what I do because I love what I do. I’m so good that people are willing to pay for my expertise. I can steal anything from anyone. I’ll kill only if it’s necessary... I don’t kill for fun. I’m no psychopath. I have no problem beating the shit out of people though, no sir. My funding; my good ole’ job.

Guess your wondering why I do what I do? It’s not for the money, although that is always a plus. It’s because I can and because it’s always a challenge and I love a challenge. Now you’re probably saying that’s just stupid. Well guess what, truth be told I don’t care of what your opinion is. I truly don’t give a shit if you like it or not. I’m not stopping for no one and I really do mean no one.

I will tell you how I got into it. As a child I stole to live. Growing up it was just me and my mother. My father hated me growing up and used to beat me, why he hate me I don’t know. I just knew that he loved my older half brother more than me. My mother loved him but she loved me more. And to prove it one night she took me and we ran away. Away from the millions and billions of money that my father had, our rich lifestyle and our mansion. I didn’t care about money then, still don’t. I had my mother, she took the little she had in the bank. She moved us out of whatever country we were in (yup I’m not even telling you were I was born) I was 9 at the time. After leaving the bastard who was my father and my half brother, me and my mother never stayed in one place. We were always living on the move. The most we’d stay in an apartment was 6 months. My mother would get 2 jobs or more, to feed us and clothe us. I’d get odd jobs here and there to help her out. Clean out garages, attics, basements, wash cars, deliver messages and what not. I hated it but it was money, and we’d need it. Besides I hated to see my mother breaking her back at work, I wanted to help her anyway I can.

When I say anyway I can, I mean it. I would even steal for her no matter the punishment, and I did. The first time I stole was purely an accident. I was ten and desperate. One day I came home from working at the neighbors, cleaning up their attic. I walked into our small two room apartment, calling out for my mother. I found her on her bed sleeping, still in her light blue waitress uniform. I left her there, and went to kitchen in search of my favorite food in the world, Ramen noodles. While making them I noticed the mail on the table and started going through them. They were all bills; rent, phone, gas, and more. I realized after opening up one of the envelopes that we needed a lot more money than what both of us were bring in. I knew what I had to . I walked to my room (after eating my cooked noodles) and pulled open my top drawer, I moved some clothes aside and pulled out a box. I opened the box and smiled at the context. I stared down at my authentic signed Billy Mavis baseball card that was guaranteed to be worth a good amount at the pawn shop two blocks down. I placed the card still in it’s wrapping and put in my pocket. I placed the now empty box on my dresser, grabbed my game boy advanced system and ran out of the apartment without a second thought. I ran all the way to the pawn shop. When I got in then old fashion type store that was filled with everything you could possible imagine, there Ernie, was standing behind the counter smiling at me. Ernie was either in his late thirties or early forties. He was tall, lean and muscular, (I’m not looking) and had a small patch of light grey hair at the tip of his black hair.
“Hey...” (still not saying my name) Ernie said, “wanna buy something today, or just looking again?”
“Not this time Ernie, today I want to sell some stuff, to help my mom with some bills.”
“That’s real sweet of you. Okay kiddo, what ever you say. What’s on your list of items?”
“Well, remember that Billy Mavis card I was telling you about? That and my game boy advanced system, only used once.” I said pulling out my stuff. I grabbed everything out of my pocket and placed it on the counter.
“Let’s see...” Ernie said picking up the card and taking it out of it’s case. “I’ll can give you...uh, since your doing this for you mother...I’ll give you $50.”
“50 dollars Come on Ernie, that was signed by Billy Mavis himself, and it’s in mint condition. It’s gotta be worth like $75 to $100.”
“Sorry kid, $50 is my standoff point. I’ll give you $50 for the game boy too. Nothing more.”
I muttered something about anal old men and ripped off prices, while nodding okay . I stuffed my hands in my pocket and waited as he counted off the money. That’s when I felt something small and round in my pocket. I pulled out and looked at the object in my hand. It was a ring, a gold ring with a deep blood red jewel on it. It changed color from red to maroon, in the light. I suddenly remembered that was the ring that I found in Mrs. Style attic that I was cleaning. I was going to give it to her but I was rushing to go home my mother that I forgot to.
“Here you go... $100.” Ernie said holding out two fifties. I went to grab it and I guess Ernie saw the ring. “Let me see that.” He said, I gave it to him taking the fifties. I placed it in my back pocket. “I’ll give you $100, for this.”
I paused for a second watching Ernie examine the ring. Wow, I thought, One hundred dollars for a ring, that can..wait I can’t it’s not mine to sell. If I sell that I would be stealing. “I can’t Ernie-“$150.” My jaw feel, but I can’t steal, right?
“Ernie, it’s not-“
“$200"
“ERNIE” I yelled out trying to stop him from tempting me.
“$300, $350!” He said.
“But that ring isn’t-“ I really tried to tell him
“Fine $400.” He said.
“Deal” I said without thinking. Oh shit $400, just for a stupid ring. I could have gone higher, damn it. WAIT, that wasn’t even my ring to sell, but four hundred dollars for it plus my other hundred is five hundred dollars. This will help with the bills for sure, Mom....
“Hey kiddo what’s the matter, on minute you happy the next you look type lost.”
“Ernie, about the ring...”
“What about the ring. It’s worth some and you got some, end of deal. I don’t even care how you got a hold of such a ring and personally I don’t give a shit. But I’ll tell you one thing, you keep bringing in such items as such” he said pointing to the ring, “I’ll be more than happy to give you a hefty price for it. Hell I’ll even pay you one hundred extra for the load.”
“But it’s steal-“
“Don’t. I repeat don’t mention that word to me. If you don’t say it then I can’t say I know. Besides I already told you I don’t care how you get the merchandise as long as you selling them. Deal.” He said holding out his hand. I looked at it, wondering if I was about ready to make a deal with the devil. I can already hear my mother warning me about making such deals. She would hate to know that such a deal was made for her. But as the old saying goes. What she don’t know won’t hurt her.
I grabbed Ernie’s hand shaking it. I took the money from him, counted it and placed it in my back pocket. I told Ernie I’d see him in a couple of days with new “merchandises” then left for home. I walked home deciding to give my mother half of it today and the rest of it over the next couple of days telling her that the neighbors decided to give me more and I’ve been saving up.
I opened the door and walked in, my mother was reading one of her books on the couch. I sat down next to her and laid my head on her lap. She looked down at me and smiled, then went back to her book. We sat like that for about ten minutes before she broke silence.
“You just now getting off of work?” My mother asked without taking her eyes from the book.
“No I just got back from Ernie’s.”
“Doing what?” She asked now interested. She put her book aside and looked down at me, her fingers combing through my hair.
“I saw some of the bills on the table and decided that I wanted to help-”
“Son we already talked about that-“
“I know but I still am going to help you whether you want me to or not.” I pulled out the $250 I separated already. I held it up for her and she looked at me before sighing and taking it. She counted it once then again.
“This is over $200-“
“I did some extra work and I’ve been saving...I was promised more if I do this one job, I should get that by the end of the week.”
“Honey I can’t take this-it’s yours.”
“And as mine, I’m giving it to you. As a gift to do as you wish. I want you to use it to help you with the bills, so you won’t be breaking a back working. Please take it Mom.”
She looked at me, her fingers still in my hair, she sighed and looked up.
“Your not suppose to return gifts Ma, it’s disrespectful.” I quickly said with a grin when she looked like she was about to protest more.
“Okay okay, you win. I’ll take it.” She said laughing. She pushed me up and off her lap and went into the kitchen. I followed her, and saw her putting the money in one of the envelopes that was on the table. “If you must know, this does help me a great deal. I was just about to ask for another shift at the diner.”
“But you already on a double shift.” I protested.
“I know but that’s money right there, and we need it. But thanks to my little money maker I don’t’ have to.” She walked to me and kissed me on the forehead. “Thank you.” she whispered, I nodded in response. “Did you eat.”
“Ramen,” I answered.
“I swear, I’m going to have a package of Ramen noodles for a son one day.”
“Whatever Ma.” I said smiling.
“Why don’t you go take a shower and get to bed, you got school in the morning and I want you up on time.” I nodded and went off, at that moment I decided I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure my mom didn’t get that third shift. Even if it meant stealing from someone.

That year I learned the art of lying. I needed to lie in order to keep up my act. I lied to the owners who asked me if I seen the item I took. I lied to my mother when she questioned the amount of money I was bringing in. I also learned how to pick pockets and locks. I learned to be stealthy about some situations and I learned how to put on a good act, when someone questioned me. I basically learned the first steps to the art of crime. I wasn’t planing on making it a permeant part of my life until she left.

I didn’t learn until 2 years later that my mother was sick with cancer. I found out when I came home and found her collapsed on the floor in the kitchen. I rushed her to the hospital where I found out she had breast cancer and it was too late to treat. She died a week later, and I was with her.

I stayed in the hospital with her the whole week. Only going home for selected items and change of clothes. I went to school only twice because my mother out right demanded me that I go she even told the nurses to kick me out of the hospital if I was there during school hours. After school she’d then demand me to do my homework before I talked to her. I’d never deny her so I followed wordlessly. I remember the visit I it was the day before she died. We had a serious conversation about where’d I’d go after she died. I thank her for bring it up because I never could.

It was in the hospital, she in the bed no longer needing the iv needles, they wouldn’t help anyway. I was sitting on the chair next to her bed, my head resting on the bed next to her while her hands ran through my hair like always.

“You know,” she began weakly, “out of all the things you got from your father, it’s your eye color and silky long unusual color hair, that I love so much.”
I cringed, I really hated being reminded of that man I still remember all the things that happened between us. The yelling, hitting, abuse itself, I hated that man who turned out to be my father. In my opinion he don’t deserve a woman as wonderful as my mother. “Mom....” I protested.
“I know honey, bad memories. I’m sorry for mentioning him it’s just I know how you feel and I do feel the same way, I just...he is still the man I feel in love with and had a wonderful son with.”
“I understand.” I said lifting my head up showing her one of my smirks that she said she loved so much.
“Honey, I know how you feel about him, but I need you to think for a moment.” she said too serious for my taste, “After I’m gone-”
“Mom-”
“No, I want you to listen to me. After I’m gone, I want you to think about going back to live with your father. And before you protest, I want you to really think about this. Your father is a very wealthy man, he can take care of you and you’d never have to work until you’re an adult and out of college. He can put you in college and also a good school.”
“Money isn’t everything. I don’t mind working, and if I keep getting the grades I’m getting then getting scholarships are not a problem. You are going to be fine and we’re going to get out of here together. I want nothing to do with that man, he is no father of mine. Fathers are not suppose to beat up their children.”
“My son, he’s changed, I know that because I’ve been keeping in touch with him. We’ve been writing each other back in forth and he tells me that he been taking an anger management class. And you brother-”
“Keh, half brother.”
“Your brother wrote me when he completed it and how he’s changed.”
“Their just lying so they can get you to go back to them because their still sore you chose me over them.”
“No, we can call them a lot of things, but liars are not one of them. It’s like a gene with them, a gene you inherited, I’m happy to say. You are one of the most honest person I know.”
“Mom...” I said turning my head away from her smiling pale face. I felt the guilt settling into my stomach due to all the times I have lied to my mother about the extra money coming in my way.
“I’m just saying, I am a lucky mother to have a wonderful honest, hardworking son like you. Not to many mothers have the privilege to have such. But I’m getting off topic.”
“Well you can stay off topic,” I faced her again and showed her how serious I was, “ I won’t go back to that snobbish life. I’m not like them, I never was. My half brother use to make fun of me because I’d rather go play outside instead of reading which was more ‘educational and good for taking over Father’s business’ Keh. And Father, every time I did anything he’d disapprove and said it’s not good enough in the real world. I hated that Mom, don’t make me go back to that, please.”
“You may not have a choice, if I die, let me finish before you interrupt, the States may send you back to your father.”
“What if I got someone to look after me here, and you gave them guardianship over me. Would that be okay.”
“Looks like you thought about this.” she said smiling at me
“Mom, even though I hate admitting it, I’m losing you, I can feel it. The doctors say it. I’m losing you and I’m going to have to face this world without you. I have to learn my place in the world, and right now my place is in this town, the last place I have you with me. Ernie came by yesterday, when you were sleeping. He told me that he’ll take me in if I have no other place to go if something happens to you. He said all he needs is your consent and he’ll take over being my legal guardian.”
“Ernie Scale?” she said smiling. “He’s a good man, hardworking. His wife Becky comes by the restaurant everyday talking about me. She’s turned into something of a best friend. She came by twice, both times you were in school. She told me that they’d be more than happy looking after
you, teach you, makes sure you stay in school. I guess incomes not bad, he runs his own business, and she manages at a that computer tech store downtown. If that’s what you really want...”
“If I can’t be with you, then, I’d rather be with someone who I know cares for me and I know that they both do.”
“Alright, I give them my consent. I think there are some papers in that draw there. I didn’t tell you but child services came by the other day.”
“When?” I asked sitting up. This was news to me. She took my hand and squeezed.
“You was in school, after Becky’s visit and we talked about that. I called them. I told them that I’m dying and needed to someone to take care of you. I had a strong feeling that you would refuse to return to your father and I know how much you like Ernie and Becky. So I asked them what I have to do, we talked and in the end I decided. Ernie and Becky will take over as your legal guardians but it won’t be an adoption, unless that’s what you want...”
“No, I don’t like the idea of having another mother.” I said smiling at her.
“Okay now get me those papers and I have to do is sign and you have Ernie and Becky sign for it, then it’ll be set upon my death.” That’s when it hit me again, my mother was dying and leaving me. I closed my eyes to keep my tears from falling, but that didn’t help.
“Later Mom, we can do it later.” I said keeping my head down so she wouldn’t my tears. But she saw them. She silently moved over in the bed and tugged at my hand. I looked up and say her pat the empty spot beside her. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed with her. She held be as I let the last of my tears fall, mentally curing myself for being so weak in front of her when she needed me the most. She kept repeating ‘it’ll be okay’ to me, I can hear the hope in her voice. Then she sung, Michael Jackson’s ‘You are not alone’, in her beautiful voice, it was her favorite song, to which I feel asleep.
I slept until the nurse came in with our dinners. I then gave her the paper to sign, promising to go see Ernie in the morning, so he and Becky could sign them. We talked about our life since we left my father, the places we went to the people we met and miss, and the fun times we had together, our laughter could be heard down the halls, so says a nurse.

The next morning, I went to get the papers signed, thanked them and went back to my mother. She was weaker than ever, she gave me a smile that tore me up inside. I walked to her and placed the papers on the table. I sat in my seat that I occupied for a weak now, and silently put my head in her lap, she started to comb threw it with her fingers.
“Here.” she said reaching with on hand something under her covers. She placed it in my hand when I sat up. I looked at the small brown package, without saying anything but giving a small smile. I opened it and pulled out a small recorder. I saw a tape in it and pressed play. What played was my mothers voice singing ‘You are not alone’. Her voice was strong as ever, as strong as it was when she was healthy, not weak like now. I stopped it just as it started.
“I recorded before surgery. While you were some things from the house. This way you can have something easier to remember me by. I love you.” she said in her forever weakening voice.
“Thank you. I loved you too, Mommy.” I whispered, I climbed on the bed, with her and rested my head on her shoulder. She slowly combed my hair, three strokes then she stopped. Her heart meter let out the long beep that told others the person’s heart stopped beating. I cried silently and again pressed play, listening to my mother’s voice strong voice coming out from it.

“Another day is gone, I’m still all alone,
How could this be, your not here with me
You never said goodbye, someone tell me why
Did you have to go, leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself, how did love slip away
someone whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone, for I am here with you
Though your far away, I am here to stay
You are not alone, for I am here with you
Though we’re far apart, you’ll always in my heart
You are not alone,
lone, lone
why, lone

A couple of nurses came in with a shock machine, but stopped when they saw us. The head nurse shook her head and the others pushed the machine out the room. The nurse went to the side of the bed pushed turned off the heart monitor. She looked down on me and listened to my mothers singing. I payed no attention to her, as I hugged my mothers body close to me. I didn’t even hear other doctors come in to admire my mothers voice.

“Just the other night, I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come, and hold you in my arms,
I can hear your prays, Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand, then forever can began
Everyday I sit and ask myself, how did love slip away
someone whispers in my ear and says
You are not alone, for I am here with you
Though your far away, I am here to stay
You are not alone, for I am here with you
Though we’re far apart, you’ll always in my heart
You are not alone

The room was silent expect for my mothers voice as it sung out into the halls, but I was oblivious to everything but my mother.

“Whisper three words and I’ll come running
And‘son’ you know I’ll be there, I’ll be there
You are not alone, I am here with you
Though your far away, I am here to stay
You are not alone, I am here with you
Though we’re far apart, you’ll always in my heart

You are not alone, you are not alone I am here with you, I am here with you
Though your far away, though you’re far away, I am here to stay
You are not alone, You are always in my hearttttttttttttt......
You are not alone, not alone, you are not alone
you are not alone, not alone, not alone, in the morning, in the evening
not alone, not alone, you and me not alone, son, together, together,
just stop being alone, just stop being alone”

The singing stopped and it was silent for a while but then my mother started speaking, talking about how much she loves me and how sorry she is for leaving me, and some other stuff but I turned it off before it finished. Just then the clapping started, one of the small ones that grow out to be loud. I looked up and saw that the nurse clapping at the side of the bed, I turned my head toward the door and saw doctors and nurses and even a few patients standing in my mothers room clapping, I even saw a few heads outside in the hall. I climbed off the bed, shoving the player in my pants pocket.
“She had a beautiful voice.” The head nurse said smiling down at me. I didn’t say anything just shrugged my shoulders. “She was a kind woman too, always asking about others, never about herself.
“What’s your point lady, I know what kind of person my mother was.” I said holding my mothers hands which were growing cold by the second. “Keh, doesn’t matter what type of person she was, now does it. She’s dead and isn’t coming back.” I said angrily trying to fight my tears.
I could tell the nurse was smiling even though I wasn’t looking at her. “I didn’t know her for long time but when I first met her and we started talking it was like I known her my whole life.” She continued ignoring my statement.
“Well she tended to be a people person. She could always tell what make a person tick just by looking at them. She knew when to talk and when to listen. Looks like now she’ll just be listening.”
“No, she’ll be talking too.” I turned to the nurse and gave her a questioning look. “You may not hear what she has to say with your ears, but if you keep your eyes and heart open, she’ll answer.”
I turned back to my mother and bent down and kissed my mother’s hands then cheek and forehead, “Sweet dreams Mother.”
“Do you have someone I can call?” I turned to the nurse and slowly nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

I went to go live with the Scales. The funeral was in the next couple of days, it wasn’t suppose to be a big ceremony, just the wake and straight to the funeral grounds. Few people, me the Scales maybe some from work, but it was more. I saw neighbors, people who said she met her at her job and loved to talk to her, even some of the hospital nurses, such as the one I spoke
to, then others I didn’t even know about. I lost count when the number hit sixty. And they all wanted to come up and talk to me, each telling me how much they heard about me. Well I know
that I can be really rude when people start getting on my nerves and believe me they were, but I stayed as respectful only because it was my mothers funeral and I wasn’t about to dishonor her
by cursing out at it at some of her associates. So I stayed quiet and looked down when ever they came to me because I knew if I looked at them, face to face, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.
As I looked down at my mother descending casket and made a promise to her that when I have enough money I would move her casket by her mother. She loved her mother as much as I loved her, she was always talking about her and saying how much she missed her. It would be the last thing I do for her, that I knew would make her happy.

I never thought I’d be able to keep my promise to my mother to move her. I mean just getting money to pay the bills was a task in itself. I thought it would always be like that for me, but living with the Scales proved me way wrong. Keh, getting the money was never a problem, it’s the way it was obtained that I never saw coming.

I always thought myself to be good judge of character, I always thought I inherited that from my mother. She could tell a good person from a bad one just by looking in their eyes. But me and my mother was both wrong when it came to the Scales. When we arranged me to go live with them, we never thought we were putting my life in the hands of first class criminals. They were wanted both internationally and nationally, but the only ones who knew it, were them and me after they told me.

What I tell you about them is the truth, the only lie that comes from this is their names, I’m not stupid enough to tell you the real names of the people who taught me everything I know. The people who taught me how to disguise myself from my enemies, who taught me how to make up false identification anytime I need it. Becky the computer wiz taught me everything she knew plus more. Ernie taught me how to tell something valuable from a fake, in jewelry, artwork, even people. They made me take fighting lessons from kick boxing to karate, they even taught me how to use a gun ( I don’t like using it unless I have to.) They even made me a fake license for it. They taught me how to fool lie detectors, and how to make false fingerprints. Make fake but authentic looking documents They taught me some languages such as Spanish, French, Italian, and some others, even how to write in them.

I would never let the real identities of the ones who gave me my first job and got my name out to my employers. On top of that they honored my mothers wish for me to finish school and head into college. Throughout my life living with them, they made sure I learned what they had to teach me along with what school taught me. School was a must, that was the one place in which my real identity was used.

Since the school I went to was already used to me attending about once or three times a week that they never said anything about it when it never changed after my mother died. I was going to school every Friday and Monday, on any test day, or important day. Sometimes I would go just because I was bored and had a break from Becky and Ernie.
When I do go I was never one to be ignored, in fact I was one of the popular kids and trouble maker. All the girls wanted to go out with me, guys wanted me to come to their parties so everyone else would go, couches wanted me on their teams. The most I would do was hang out on the weekend with some friends, go to a few house parties, go on a couple dates, fuck some
girls. You know the usual. I had friends, but no one was close enough to care about. Anyone who would come over to my house was treated as a god in school.
Teachers hated the fact that I always disturbed the class with my wittiness (is it my fault class was too boring to learn? I just lived it for everyone) yet maintained a 99.8 average, and especially didn’t like me because of my absences. They were always was quick to say I cheated, but could never prove it. Keh, stupid teachers.

•I finished middle school, then went to high school. Due to my intelligence, I finished high school you could say earlier than most students. That’s when I started accepting clients overseas, before I was just staying in the country, traveling by airplane, doing small jobs. I was still under the eye of Ernie and Becky, but when I turned 16 I looked old enough to be a little older than 18 so I made up an identity so I could travel to any country I wish. The only time I would travel would be for business only, then I would make up a whole new life for myself. Put myself in school, or what ever was needed, to complete my job. I no longer counted on the two who helped me after my mother died. They would be there if I do need them, but that was close to never.

That’s enough about myself. I already spoke too much, much more than I wanted. Though what I say won’t lead anyone to me because no one knows what I really look like. I don’t trust no one with my real identity, no man, woman, or child. As I already said, I count only on myself, and I trust only myself, because if I did and they’d betray me, I would have to kill them, and I wish that no one’s blood be on my hands if I can help it.

All I have said is all I will say about me. I won’t say anymore, I won’t tell you how many years go this all was. I won’t tell where I come from, the places I’ve been to. And I myself never know where I’m going until I get there.

I should get going before I say anything we’d both regret. But before I do go, let me leave you a number you can reach me at in ever case you may need my expertise, in retrieval. I am the best in the business, I never get caught, unless I want to. Call me at 1315-555-0852, ask for Nu. I’ll do the talking you just listen, answer questions only when I ask. I’ll set up an appointment which is good for me, you just make yourself available. All I will ask you in person is, what I’m retrieving, where is it, who is guarding it, and how long I have until it is wanted or needed in your hands. I’ll handle everything else. Also I’ll need half of what your paying me up front, the other I will accept on delivery. I will accept cash or check. If a check bounces before I start I’ll withdrawal my services. If the second check bounces, I’m keeping the first half, I do nothing for free, and then return your desired object back to it’s owner. If you want it again and this time have the money it will be full price. While I’m doing your job, don’t call me unless it’s in an emergency, I take no chances. If you change your mind about wanting the object, I’ll give you half of the first half price. No full refunds. I’ll set the price, I am very expensive, unless I say. I will never go over the worth of the price, and I will stay in your budget, my one promise that will never change
Oh, and if you’re the owner of the object I’m apologizing a head of time. I have nothing against you, it’s just business is business, and you just happened to be in the middle of it all. But if you want it back, you can hire me to retrieve it for you, for a price that is.

I have to go, I was just hired.