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The typical sound of a voice asking you to wait for the beep, though the words differ the message is the same, imagine the fun that'll be had when someone has to listen to you later.

'Hello? I saw your ad for a babysitter but I noticed a few things you might want to know about.

Exactly what sort of child needs salt water? You do realize that makes most people rather ill.

And security, please. At least leaving a number is better than your address. Adverts are great, aren't they?

I'm curious as to exactly what sort of 'child' you need looking after. I don't work, so I don't care about hours, nor do I worry about what time of day or night. Pay is not an issue either, which would surely affect your sitter hiring as it is.

And, you know, the salt water.

If you're still interested, even just to speak to me, my number is...'

Niksia sighs deeply, before reciting the number for the cell phone she kept about her person. Ironic, after lightly telling off the advert placer for doing the same thing. The so called private number was becoming less private by the day. She was probably going to have to invest in a normal house phone, at this rate.

She hung up, wondering if she'd done the right thing.

'I need more hobbies.'

Ebony lightly drummed her perfectly manicured nails on her kitchen table, the consistent rhythm oddly muffled by the newspaper she was drumming across. Her ear pressed against the black cordless phone, listening intently to the rings as she awaited an answer.

It may have seemed odd for someone of Ebony's profession to be calling in on a simple babysitting job as it wasn't as adventurous nor as exotic sounding, but drastic times called for drastic measures. Not much was coming her way these last couple months which left her with more free time than she was use to, and besides who knew what kind of people these were. If they were in dire need of a sitter, perhaps they were workaholics whom made a good enough living to afford such a luxury or maybe they were just that, totally loaded. It wasn't the money she'd earn if she got the gig that interested her, which was a touch ironic on her part, but it was the amount of money that she could potentially gain from scoping out these people's place. Not to mention whatever valuable trinkets she could manage to "relieve" them off before the day was done. And besides, how hard could it be to watch some kid for a couple hours?

After what seemed like an eternity, the answering machine finally picked up after the owners hadn't been able to answer their phone's insistent rings or had blatantly and decisively ignored them altogether. Whatever the case may have been, a voice asked Ebony to leave a message after the beep. Something of which she was more than willing to do with use of her mastery of the professionally toned voice.

"Good afternoon. I'm calling to inquire about the ad you placed for your need of a sitter. My name is Miss Ebony Shade and I am free most mornings and afternoons until 7 PM." Okay, so far so good. At least she was being truthful. And it was probably a good idea that no one could out right figure her for thievery by just her name as it was all on the hush hush and none of her clients knew her real name, least of all her face. So that was good.

That british laced voice continued on, "I absolutely adore children. I've worked with them for a good number of years now." Well guess it was only a matter of time. "Eight to be exact. Though those last five years was more spent as an in-home nanny." Oh the lies! How could she lie so well and right on the spot like that?! "Oh but look at me just rattling on. My apologizes, we can discuss this in a personal interview. My number is..." Ebony managed to rattle off a few numbers as her home phone, a real working number that really was her home phone mind you. At least she was able to close with another truth, however assuring that could be.