Is she crazy, or am I going crazy? A god? But she does look like one with that fancy gown, long white hair, fair skin, and all.
Shaking my head, my lips formed a thin line before I said, "If you are a god, why do you need a human employee?" Smiling, she sat on the chair in the living room and said, "Because I am a god, so I don't have to do all the work."
I also sat on the chair opposite her. Is this how gods are? I wanted to ask this, but swallowed it. "But why a human? Don't you have your own employees where you live?" I asked, feeling silly for having this conversation and wondering why I'm not freaking out about having a mysterious woman in my house.
She placed her chin in her hand, resting it on the arm of the chair, and said, "Because only a human can understand another human." Ahh, she is not going to stop this.
"Okay, then why me?" I asked. "I thought you might be perfect for this job," she replied.
I took a deep breath, thinking about how she wasn't even answering anything directly, and said, "What is the job, and how much will you pay me?" She immediately smiled, showing her perfectly aligned white teeth.
"Providing justice. If a client contacts you and asks for your help, you provide it and get the money from them, just like a freelancer."
I stood and said pointing a finger at her, "I'm not doing any illegal stuff like killing because a criminal will always get caught no matter what." She laughed loudly at that. "That's why I know you are perfect for this job."
"Anika," my grandmaa came into the house calling me. I looked at the chair the woman had been sitting in. What? Where is she? She just vanished. Is this real, or am I losing my mind? "Anika," grandma said again, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, maa, tell me," I said. "How was your interview?" Here we go. Even if I get it, I'm not taking that job low pay and long hours of hard work.
"Not bad," I said, drained from the day, and left the living room to head into the bedroom. The moment I opened the door, I froze. "Hi," the woman said, waving her hand. "You really need to change this house and set up an office room."
I crossed my arms and replied, "I don't have the money for that, and it's hard enough to find a decent house within budget, so no," I said firmly. She stepped closer and said, "I'll give you the money."
I shook my head. "No way. I'm not taking money from someone I don't even know, and what if I can't pay it back?"
My grandma called out at that moment. "Anika, do you want some tea?" Feeling exhausted, I replied, "No, I'm tired and going to sleep. Don't disturb me." "Okay, then I'm leaving," she said and left.
Looking back at the woman, I said, "First, tell me, what's your name?" She paused for a moment, then said, as if deciding, "Mmm, you can call me Trishala." I sat on the bed and said, "I know that's not your real name. Now tell me how this job works."
"Are you accepting this job?" she asked, her voice full of excitement. It sounded like an interesting job, so I said, "If a god is offering me a job, why not?"
She came closer, placed her hand on my head, and said, "Okay, from now on, you are my new Judicator."
That's all I remember. Her hand felt warm and heavy on my head, and I could feel something—some kind of energy—flowing from her into me. I closed my eyes in a daze, my body feeling strange and heavy. I collapsed onto the bed.
opened my eyes feeling heavy, like I'd been hit by a truck or something. "You woke up," the woman Trishala said cheerfully. Looking at her, still finding it hard to move, I said,
"What the hell? What have you done to me?" Panic crept into my voice because my life is precious I'm no fool who thinks life is worthless.
"Don't panic, Anika. I just gave you some powers required for the job," she said, her posture and tone completely relaxed. Staring at her sharply, I said, "First, tell me what the hell all this is and everything about the job. Otherwise, I'm not doing anything." My words came out swiftly, fueled by frustration.
I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but after a moment, she said, "Okay, open your laptop, and I'll explain the basics. But even if I tell you everything, you won't fully understand.
You'll have to experience it yourself and learn." This time, she sounded serious and focused.
I did as she said, and she typed in a website name: ResolveNow. The homepage opened with a caption: Get your problems resolved right away.
The page featured various issues you could get help with, ranging from harassment and assault to stalking and other serious problems. At the top was an option labeled Contact Us.
It was an impressive and well-designed website. Looking through it, I asked, "Who made this? It's amazing." Glancing at me, she said, "You ask a lot of questions."
I lifted my head to look at her and replied, "I'll keep asking, and you're going to answer." Smiling, I returned my focus to the website.
"When do I start working?" I asked, excited about my new job.
"Tomorrow," she said, smiling back at me.