"So as you know, surveyors are aiAI's limbs; if the execs are the brains, the AI the heart, and the programmers the miscellaneous organs, you as surveyors are meant to be our moving parts on the outside."

I noted these down as my soon-to-be partner continued to type away.

You could at least try to look interested.

"You have 3 main jobs as a surveyor, the first is going to the households of those who have requested to be matchmade, in which you will install software onto their devices to track their lives on the web and outside of it."

"Huh, neat, how does that work?"

"We're in the 21st century now; if software that records audio, tracks your internet history, and location surprises you, then perhaps we should find the massive rock you've been living under and sell it as a tourist location instead."

Calm down, girl. I can only take so much verbal abuse.

Alexandre cleared his throat and continued.

"Second, you will be sent out on counseling and monitoring work, going to couples who have already been matchmade and are having problems in their relationship. This is where the main meat of your job lies and where at times it may be difficult."

"Trust me, I know that much about relationships."

"Finally, you will also be sent out on miscellaneous tasks such as accompanying traveling execs, visiting those who have had their relationships dissolved, or even to visit weddings of those you matchmade."

"Wedding food included?"

"Yep."

This job just gets better and better.

As I smiled at that thought, Myla gave me a judgemental gaze, which I could tell was asking, "Really? You get excited over that?"

I paid her no mind and continued jotting down notes and asked Alexandre to continue.

"Since you'll have to be in a lot of places every day, we'll also provide you with a company-owned vehicle for the both of you. Since you don't have a driver's license, Myla will be the one taking you around."

I gave her a quick glance and while I didn't doubt her ability to drive I doubted the fact that she wouldn't get annoyed at me and decide to crash the vehicle intentionally.

Ahaaaa...He really is going to leave me for dead.

"Don't get too worried; she always drove when we were partners as well."

He gave me a confident look, but I wasn't buying it.

"Moving on then surveyors are put in a duo for a reason, both have the same objective, however, have different means of gathering the required information to meet the said objective, which in most cases is to resolve a conflict within a relationship."

Maybe I should just fly solo. I'll even pay for the bus ticket and taxi fees from my own pocket.

I swallowed those thoughts and continued listening.

"One of the surveyors, which shall be you Bridger, will be focused on the more emotional side of the relationship, observing and analyzing the couple and using your common sense and experience to deduce an answer when it comes to their conflict."

"I see, so it's me because my partner lacks common sense."

The once rhythmic tapping cut off before quickly rebounding.

"Absolutely not, it was given to you due to your experience in an actual romantic relationship, however, sad it was especially for your partner, I presume."

"That just means I'm more qualified than you, you know?"

"Now now." Alexandre interjected,

"Myla has a different role, she, on the other hand, takes a more logistical approach, taking note of more minute details as well as taking into account variables such as their mental state, career choices, etc. She collects data just like you, only in a different manner. Through both of these means, you may collect information and formulate a rough idea on how to solve the conflict within the relationship."

"I see. So that's why she had a clipboard at that time."

"Correct, in most cases, we just use tablets to type in the data, but she prefers using a clipboard, hence why she's always having to type all of that data back."

Oh, so that's why...I don't know whether to call her a hippy or an idiot.

"It allows me to better remember and observe data this way."

"Whatever you say, just don't come complaining to me when you have to type away for hours at a time."

"Ahaha, don't worry, she's used to it at this point."

Alexandre assured me, but all that did was concern me even more.

I guess he got promoted for pulling two people's worth of weight then.

"But don't worry, she has three years' worth of experience under her belt, so she can guide you along."

"3 years? How old even are you?"

"How rude, but for the sake of having to end this conversation with you quickly, I am 21 years old."

Huh, so she got here right as she was old enough, and was affiliated with the company prior. Just who is this girl?

I wanted to prod her for answers, but I knew all I'd get was either silence or more verbal abuse.

"Hmm, that should be all the orientation you need; here's your schedule for today's work and also a few cards that I once used to get me familiar with how to interact with our clients."

"Aw, thanks, really."

"Don't mention it. I just want you and Myla to succeed, seeing as I had to leave on such short notice."

"You heard that? Best you could do is show some appreciation."

I looked towards her joking a bit.

"And the best you could do was look at the schedule. We are almost late for our first client."

I looked at the schedule Alexandre had given me, and she was right. I hurriedly put everything back into my suitcase and followed Myla out to the parking lot.

"Thanks for the orientation and the cards. See you in a bit."

"Alright, go get 'em."

We said our goodbyes and I rushed out the door to see her already in the car waiting for me with a slightly annoyed face right at the front of the building. I opened the passenger's seat and got in, and we were off to our first job.

Huh, she's not bad at this actually,