While Melinoe needed to get a job, so did he. His savings squirreled away over his childhood were almost gone, just enough to cover this and next month’s rent. He already wasn’t very popular with the neighbors. An eviction would just be embarrassing.
But a job could wait, at least for a bit. First he needed to talk to Marilyn.
Marilyn’s apartment was only a short skip from his own. She lived in a single bedroom flat in a bit classier part of the city, a middle class district named Clinton. It used to be one of the worst parts of the city, but a concerted partnership between the city and local business turned it into a middle class commune for eclectic shops and art houses. It was populated by folks the media would call hipsters although all of them hated the term.
It just made Cyrus glad to be living in somewhere that life actually happened. His family estate offered many amenities, but it could never quite be described as a place with a lot of life. Not really a surprise when one’s dad is the god of death.
He touched down on the roof. It always amazed him when he went airborne. So few people noticed him, because the people of the city rarely looked up over their town. Someone alighting on the roof of a towering apartment complex was nothing to Clinton. He supposed they were a bit too cool for that.
The one thing he learned as a flyer was that rooftop entrances were far less secure than ground ones. Even apartment complexes with front locks often left their roof doors with either no lock or a simple lock easily manipulated by a concentrated burst of sonic energy.
In the case of Marilyn’s apartment, the door—like the one on the ground level—was kept open. He could stroll easily into the building and down to her tiny one bedroom flat. Unlike his own apartment, hers was far closer to the ground. But also unlike his apartment, her elevator actually worked.
A minute later he was at her apartment door. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to say or how any of this was going to go. But he needed to talk to her. He needed to understand. He rapped his fist against the door three times. It took only a second for it to open. Marilyn stood before him. She offered him an awkward smile.
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