Fetch

The ringing of my cell jerked me awake. Groaning I blindly felt around until the smooth case touched my fingers, Fumbling I picked up. "Hello?" I asked groggily.
"Frank Klauffe?" A female voice asked me on the other end.
I rolled over on my back, rubbing at my eyes. "Speaking." This probably wasn't good. Good news never came for me nowadays. Maybe I was being kicked out of my apartment again. Got my car towed, some other misfortune to prove that I really was cursed.
"Then, Mr. Klauffe, I'd like to congratulate you. Miss Jane Covee has decided to hire you as her assistant. You will be expected to be in her office in an hour."
Click.
Her end of the line went dead before I could even process what she was saying.
Hired? I dropped the phone onto the bed, massaging my temples. How could someone hire me if I'd never interviewed for them? Jane Covee? Why in the world would she want to hire me out of hundreds of thousands of real applicants? I rolled back over onto my stomach, pulling my pillow over my head. In an hour huh? A job....I exhaled. "Might as well go see." I muttered, pulling the pillow off my head as quickly as I pulled it over. I pushed myself out of bed, staggering to my closet to get ready. If this was a real gig, it would be much needed.

Jane Covee raised her perfectly symmetrical eyebrows, giving me a once over that made me feel like I was a pig at market. And not a very presentable one at that. "Tennis shoes...dress pants, button up short sleeved shirt." She remarked. What was she? A fashion hostess now?
I nodded, keeping my temper in check.
"Why the tennis shoes?"
"So I can run at your beck and call without tripping." I told her as politely as I could.
"Clever." She said with a slow smile. "A mutt with a head on his shoulders."
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. "Mutt?" I repeated. She couldn't know, could she?
Her eyes sparked. "I do believe that this will work. Frank is it? Make those shoes useful and run down and grab me a club sandwich. No mustard." She turned her back to me, shuffling papers on her desk.

-Inspiration -begun from watching Lucifer. Shifted through random thought process