The Theater

I never thought I would become so attached to the role of a mentor. First of all, it was a nice feeling when someone saw you as a role model. Despite initial skepticism and reluctance to work, Sebastian gradually became convinced. I'd been going to him weekly for two months now, and I didn't even mind cover for his shifts. I just didn't bring myself to tell Tristan, I had a feeling he wouldn't like the idea and would be furious that I made the decision without consulting him. He was possessive at times, and I tried to temper it a bit. However, I didn't want to argue with him for a while.

During meetings with Sebastian, we usually went to eat something and I explained to him what our job was all about. I told him, what he can do as a medium and how to keep ghosts from getting on his head. I analyzed NWLORBGAM point by point with him so that he would be aware that he was free to use it to scare those too-annoying ones. And that he can blacklist them without fear that someone will take revenge on him, which apparently often tormented the young media. Me too, but I was lucky that there were kind spirits around me who helped me find my way quickly.

The young one began to look excitedly into the future, he already had a steady job and income. He couldn't believe that he had already received his first paycheck when I gave him the information and the card to the account where he received money from the Association. The coordinator should take care of it, but since he was officially assigning me to look after Sebastian, he only sent me papers and helped remotely. The boy didn't even call him, he just talked to me.

I was waiting in front of the building and saw that my ward was accompanied by a group of friends of a similar age. The young man was holding something behind his back. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and asked ex-904 to check incognito what was going on. I had a surprise for Sebastian, so I asked another medium for company and opinion. Ghost of 904 returned after a while with an amused and worried expression.

"So what's the fuss about?"

"Well, apparently your frequent visits and constant telephone contact with my successor have caused some rumors. And part of this company doubts the existence of some mysterious woman whom the new addition to the Association meets every week," he replied, looking at me as if wondering what I was going to do. "The young one also has something for you and he is a bit nervous if you take it, well, the rest of them make fun of it too."

"Oh yeah." I smiled maliciously.

I waited for them to approach me, Sebastian was blushing all over, some of the group accompanying him were laughing under their breath, and others were pushing him with their elbows maliciously encouraging him to act. Still, others stared at me as if they had seen a ghost. I walked over to the kid with the meanest expression on his face and without warning, I flicked his nose.

"Do you still need proof that it exists?" I asked, straightening my back. “I heard you doubt it."

"Not at all," said the one I attacked, rubbing his nose. "We were just curious how he convinced you, or how much he paid you to do it for him. He recently got himself a new phone, so he had an injection of cash from somewhere."

"Pay me?" I laughed. "I am the one who pays him. I'm a secret agent of a government organization. I waved my ID in front of them. And Sebastian is my new charge. He may be hesitant because you're his friends, but I won't mind and I'll send my agents after you if I find out you're teasing him again. Here, partner." I tossed his own ID card at the young man and turned around. I knew it would catch up with me after a while.

"Cami, you didn't have to," the young man said.

"I don't mind, it's important that they leave you alone," I said. “Besides, I've always wanted to do that with my ID. And I have a surprise for you."

"What about my ID?"

"You knew you'd get it, it's such a middling surprise." I shrugged and hurry him.

"Wait, I have something for you too," Sebastian said, blushing even more. I turned to see him standing in front of me with a rose in his outstretched hands. I accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you, that's nice of you." I smiled. "You are cute, if you treat your future girlfriend like that, she will be a really lucky girl."

First, he beamed, then he got sad for a moment, but he quickly returned to a happy version, asking what I had prepared for him.