Chapter 11: THE CLIENT SHUFFLE
Sarah Chen's string led to a coffee shop in Midtown.
I'd been tracking it for three days, watching the pink thread stretch across Manhattan, following it through subway transfers and crosstown walks until I found the source: a firehouse on 53rd Street, and a firefighter named Carlos Mendez who apparently had a very consistent morning routine.
7:45 AM. Same coffee shop. Same order—large black coffee, no sugar, which he then proceeded to dump four packets of sugar into when he thought no one was looking.
His string reached back toward Sarah, bright and reciprocal. Sixty-seven percent compatibility, which was solid. No obvious dealbreakers. A clean match, the kind that made my job feel almost easy.
I made notes. Catalogued his schedule. Prepared a "coincidental" recommendation for Sarah about a great new coffee spot she should try.
Easy.
Mike Donovan's string led to a yoga studio in Chelsea.
This one worried me.
The woman at the end of Mike's string was named Brittany. I'd found her on day two of tracking—a thirty-two-year-old wellness influencer who was currently doing a headstand in the middle of a crowded studio while yelling into her phone about Mercury retrograde.
"I'm just saying, if you launched the website during retrograde, that's why the backend crashed. Mercury rules communication AND technology. This is basic astrology, Kevin."
She held the headstand the entire call. Her face was turning progressively redder, though it was hard to tell if that was from blood flow or fury.
[Match Analysis: Mike Donovan ↔ Brittany Torres]
[Compatibility: 61%]
[Bond Type: High passion, high conflict]
[Prediction: Intense initial attraction followed by frequent arguments]
[Note: Subject Brittany demonstrates strong personality. Subject Mike demonstrates anxiety in social situations. Combination may be volatile.]
"May be volatile" was system-speak for "this is going to be a disaster." But the strings didn't lie. These two were connected, for better or worse.
I decided to investigate further before making any recommendations.
Which is how I accidentally joined a beginner yoga class.
The plan was simple: slip into the studio, observe Brittany in her natural habitat, gather intelligence. What I hadn't accounted for was the extremely attentive front desk person who insisted I couldn't "just watch" and the class starting in "literally thirty seconds, you should join!"
I couldn't touch my toes.
This became apparent approximately four minutes into the class, when the instructor—a serene woman named Meadow who spoke exclusively in metaphors—asked everyone to "fold forward and release your earth connection."
My hamstrings screamed in protest. The woman next to me was bent completely in half. I was stuck at a forty-five-degree angle, shaking.
"Breathe into the tightness," Meadow suggested, appearing beside me. She pressed on my shoulders with the confidence of someone who had never experienced physical resistance. "Let gravity be your friend."
Gravity was not my friend. Gravity was actively trying to murder my lower back.
Brittany, meanwhile, was flowing through the poses with irritating grace. Between movements, she kept glancing at her phone—which was definitely against studio rules—and muttering about "toxic energy" and "need to sage the office."
By the time class ended, I had learned three things:
One: Brittany was exactly as chaotic as her string suggested.
Two: My hamstrings would be sore for approximately a week.
Three: I was never doing yoga again.
I tipped the studio generously and fled.
[FP Status: 58/125]
[Note: Physical exertion during surveillance does not recover FP faster]
Janet Reyes's string led somewhere unexpected.
I'd been tracking it for two days, following the thread through the Upper West Side, expecting to find a man in a suit—someone who matched Janet's professional energy, her careful boundaries.
Instead, the string led to a nonprofit office in Harlem. And to a woman named Rachel Kim.
She was thirty-two. Ran a literacy program for underserved schools. Had curly dark hair that she was constantly pushing out of her face while she talked on the phone, gesturing with her free hand like the person on the other end could see her.
Her string reached toward Janet, steady and bright. Seventy-eight percent compatibility. Higher than any of my other matches.
But Janet hadn't mentioned anything about being interested in women.
I pulled up Janet's intake notes. Reviewed her consultation transcript. She'd talked about her ex-husband, about trust issues, about wanting someone "genuine." She'd used neutral pronouns when describing what she wanted—"someone," "a person," "they"—but I hadn't read anything into it.
[Match Analysis: Janet Reyes ↔ Rachel Kim]
[Compatibility: 78%]
[Bond Type: Deep emotional connection potential]
[Note: Client Janet has not disclosed sexual orientation. Match Rachel demonstrates compatibility indicators regardless of gendered assumptions.]
[Recommendation: Approach with care. Client autonomy paramount.]
This was going to require a conversation. A real one. And I had no idea how it would go.
Back in my apartment, I spread my notes across the card table. Three clients. Three matches. Three completely different situations.
Sarah: Easy. Coffee shop meet-cute. Timing Sense said next Tuesday was optimal.
Mike: Complicated. Brittany was a force of nature. Mike was a nervous wreck around women. Either they'd burn bright together or burn each other to the ground.
Janet: Delicate. I had the best match of the three, but I couldn't predict how she'd respond to learning her soulmate was a woman.
My hamstrings ached. I stretched carefully, wincing.
[Level 4 Achieved — Threshold crossed during client tracking]
[EXP: 200/1500]
[New Ability Queue: Dealbreaker Detection (Surface) — Available at Level 6]
[Financial Multiplier: x3 → Upgrade available at Level 5]
Level 4. One more level until the multiplier upgraded. At $300 per client becoming $1,500, I could actually build something sustainable here.
But first, I had to handle the cases in front of me.
Easy first. Sarah and Carlos.
Then... then Janet.
I picked up my phone and started drafting a text to Sarah about a coffee shop she absolutely had to try.
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