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ErgoFlux - Chapter 1
Published Sep 5, 2012

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This is my very first ever Sims 3 story on The Sims Resource! And I must admit I am pretty nervous about posting it since it's my first story and I'm not sure how good it's going to turn out. I've seen soooo many creative stories on this site so far! Even so, I hope you enjoy mine anyway.

Thanks so much for reading! :)

P.S. ErgoFlux has sort of a slow start in this first chapter, but I assure you, this story is, indeed, a sci-fi. We just had to get past the introduction, history and the beginning.

Alright, enough introduction! Time to start the story! :3

This is my very first ever Sims 3 story on The Sims Resource! And I must admit I am pretty nervous about posting it since it's my first story and I'm not sure how good it's going to turn out. I've seen soooo many creative stories on this site so far! Even so, I hope you enjoy mine anyway.

Thanks so much for reading! :)

P.S. ErgoFlux has sort of a slow start in this first chapter, but I assure you, this story is, indeed, a sci-fi. We just had to get past the introduction, history and the beginning.

Alright, enough introduction! Time to start the story! :3

Charlotte Murphy, a woman only 23 years of age, was most commonly known among her friends as just plain old Charlie. And just like her name suggested, every thing about Charlie was plain and ordinary. From her average physical appearance which left some things to be desired, right down to her menial, every day life. All of it was so completely commonplace that no one would have ever suspected that Charlie was really the daughter of an international secret agent. Surprising though it was, this was a fact. A fact best kept secret from Charlie's friends and acquaintances, but a fact none the less. James Randall Murphy was, in his own time, the very best secret agent in his own agency and one of the greatest agents in the entire world. Unsurprisingly, this meant that James was in high demand all over the planet. Governments near and far wanted James on their most difficult and dire cases. Therefore James was not around very often to see his daughter, Charlie. Despite this, Charlie (who was just a child at the time) was still very close to her father and she loved him dearly. And James loved his little daughter with everything that was in him. Whenever James was not on a mission and the two had time together, they would always visit their favorite place; the wishing well at the park.

And so one afternoon, just before James' biggest mission yet, the wishing well was precisely where the father and daughter had found themselves. James had handed a penny over to the young girl for her to make a wish on the well with. "What do you wish for today, Charlie?" he had inquired with an unmistakable twinkle in his eye. He had always loved to wish on the well with her.
"I wish for you to come back safe from your mission." A straight faced Charlie had replied, matter-of-factly. Of course that's what she would have wished for. What else could she have possibly wanted?

James had smiled at his daughter's abrupt kindness. She had always been rather blunt and straight forward ever since she was tiny. However she was the most caring person James had ever known. She had a heart of gold.

"What are you going to wish for, dad?" Charlie questioned her father right after she threw her penny in the well and made her heart-felt wish.

James' was silent, but his smile widened as he pulled another penny from his pocket and held it close to his lips. He seemed to whisper his wish to the penny and then he let the penny go. It sploshed into the water and floated quickly to the bottom.

Charlie's soft brown eyes gazed questioningly upon her father's face. "It's a secret." James whispered to his daughter with a wink. "I'll tell you what I wished for when I get back from this mission. How does that sound?"
So Charlie waited patiently for his return, loyal to her father till the end. Little did either of them realize, those few cherished moments at the wishing well would be their last moments together. Charlie's father left for his flight to France the very next morning, but shortly afterward he disappeared not even a week later.

When news reached Charlie of her father's vanishing it really dealt her a terrible blow. She mourned the loss for quite a while. But then, as time went on and no body was ever found, Charlie began to believe that her father was most likely not dead. In fact, she became increasingly convinced that her father was indeed still alive out there somewhere. She just had to figure out where he was and how on earth she was supposed to find him. She had no idea where to even begin, but she was determined that she would find him.
Later on in Charlie's adult life, her determination to find her father never diminished. She was still as determined as ever, but wasn't quite sure how to go about looking for her father. Well, that is, not until she joined the journalism career. She reasoned that if she could climb through the ranks and become a reporter, she might be able to find the right people and ask the right questions and finally discover what happened to her father all those years ago. But all in due time because for the time being, Charlie was just a simple news paper journalist. Charlie worked hard each day in her office cubicle, pulling long shifts as she worked on the most edgy and daring articles she could muster all in the hope that she would someday be noticed. The quicker she could rise to full fledged reporter, the better. So it seemed almost miraculous when Charlie's boss finally called her to his office on a particularly normal afternoon. 'This must be it!' Charlie thought to herself. The moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived. A promotion! Yes, that had to be it. What else could he want with her? Charlie entered the boss' office and promptly took a seat. Mr. George Harrison sat quietly behind his desk with his hands folded together. His expression was so serious and sullen that Charlie almost began to worry. This might not spell out good news after all. "Do you have any idea what I called you in here for?" Mr.Harrison's voice sounded more serious than the expression on his face. Charlie's heart sank, but she swallowed quietly and shook her head slowly. What could she have possible done? She honestly had no idea. Charlie couldn't bring herself to look her boss in the eye. "Alright," Mr.Harrison sighed. "I know I've told you time and again not to write such controversial articles. You need to just stick with the material we provide for you. How many times do I have to tell you? We run a respectable magazine company not some celebrity gossip smut!" "But, Sir!" Charlie protested "You don't understand! I have to do this. How else am I going to be recognized as a real reporter?" "Look," Mr.Harrison shook his head. "I'm not sure where you think you're going with this, but please try to understand that we are not real reporters here. We never have been and we never will be. If you'd like to become some big time news reporter in the near future, you may look somewhere else. But as of now, I can't let you keep bringing my ratings down with your articles. I like you, Charlie. I really do. But I think I'm going to have to let you go before you really do a number on my ratings." Without much protest left in her, Charlie exited the building that evening, disappointed but not deterred. If this wasn't the place that would help her find her father, then she would just have to find something better. The very next morning, Charlie stopped by a newspaper stand and brought that day's paper home to her apartment with her. She was determined to find a new job as quickly as possible. There was no time to waste.

Once home, Charlie situated herself on the sofa with a cup of coffee and flipped through the newspaper until she found the career section.
"Career Planning Specialist Wanted," Charlie mouthed the first words she saw on the paper. Definitely not what she was looking for. The page was full of random jobs that Charlie wasn't interested in so her eyes skimmed down the columns until she found something that caught her attention.

And then she found it. "Special Reporter Wanted" The title's font was in bold. She could hardly have missed it. Charlie read on.
"Special reporter needed to cover a major, news breaking missing person's story in France. Airfare and boarding will be covered. Journalist experience preferred. If you are interested please contact us at 1-555-755-4530 or apply online at the address listed below." Charlie's heart began to beat faster and faster as she carefully read through the article. This was exactly what she had been looking for! Finally a real, legitimate reporter job. And in France of all places. Even better. The icing on the cake! She felt that if she could just make it to France as a reporter she would be closer than ever to finding her father.

Without hesitation, Charlie ran to her bedroom and hopped onto her computer. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed out the web address featured on the news article. She was really doing this! It was really going to happen! A dream come true! It all felt so surreal all of a sudden.

Charlie's mind was spinning as she entered her information onto the website.
"Please," Charlie prayed a silent prayer as she sent away her completed application form with a click of the mouse. "Please... for the sake of my father, choose me."

Then it was done. Now all Charlie could do was sit around and wait for that one phone call that could possibly change everything.
And the inevitable phone call did come. It came the very next day. Charlie was so expecting the call that as soon as the phone began to ring, she dropped whatever she was doing, and she nearly tripped over the furniture in a scurry to get to the phone in time.

"Hello?!" She answered the phone breathless. She had tried to hide the excitement in her voice, but failed.

"Hello, yes. Is there a Charlie Murphy at this residence?" A woman's voice replied on the other end.

"Yes, this is Charlie!" Charlie responded enthusiastically.

"We are calling in regard to your application." The woman's voice explained. "We are considering your application. We would like to see you at our office tomorrow at nine for a interview."
"Are you serious?!" Charlie shouted just before checking herself. 'Calm down, Charlie! Calm down.' she told herself. It was a good thing the woman on the other end of the phone couldn't see Charlie's face at that moment because it was turning bright shade of red under her freckles. She was way too worked up and she could hardly control her emotions. Charlie cleared her throat, trying to calm herself the best she could. "I mean, that sounds good. I'll be there." Despite her embarrassment, Charlie was on cloud nine. Never before could she remember being this happy.

"Oh! And thanks!" Charlie added right before the woman hung up.
The very next day Charlie was up bright and early for her interview. She was determined not to mess this one up. After getting dressed up, Charlie took a cab to the office as she was instructed.

When Charlie arrived a woman behind the front desk directed her to the office where a Mr. Stephen Clarke was supposed to conduct Charlie's interview. Charlie bowed her head in gratitude and then walked briskly down the hallway until she reached Mr. Clarke's office. Then through the doorway she went.
Howevever Charlie stopped just inside the room when she noticed the small man behind the desk. He appeared to be so involved in whatever he was doing that he didn't even notice her enter. Charlie suddenly became very nervous as she took a step forward. She swallowed hard against the small lump that was starting to form in her throat. She hoped the man behind the desk might notice her now that she had stepped into his view, but it was to no avail. She continued to be ignored. 'Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?' Charlie thought to herself. 'What's the matter with me? What is it with this guy that puts me off so much? But I don't matter, do I?' She reasoned. 'This is all for my father. I cannot give up now.'

With new found strength, Charlie took one more step toward the man and cleared her throat loud enough for him to hear. "Um... Excuse me? Mr. Clarke?"
Mr.Clarke looked up from his computer with an expression that proved he was a little more than bothered by the interruption. "What is it? What do you want?" He inquired in a tone that demanded a prompt reply.

"Um, well... You see..." Charlie stumbled over her on words in a nervous attempt to get everything out as quickly as possible. "I'm Charlie Murphy, sir. You were expecting me for an interview today?"

"Ch-Charlie Murphy?!" Mr.Clarke looked genuinely shocked as he forced the words out of his mouth.
"Charlie Murphy?" Mr.Clarke managed the name again. And then after a brief moment, something seemed to have dawned on the small man. His expression changed. Then he suddenly got up from his seat and looked Charlie over with scrutiny in his eyes. "My, my, well this is quite a mix up we have here, isn't it?"

"W-What are you talking about?" Charlie was genuinely confused.

"Well, with a name like Charlie," Mr.Clarke explained, "it was only natural for me to assume you were nothing other than a man."

"What?!" Charlie was dumbfounded. Why was this an issue?
"What are you talking about?" Charlie insisted. Something about this whole thing didn't feel right to her.

"Oh, it's nothing against you, Ms.Murphy." Mr.Clarke continued from behind his desk. "It's just, when I put that add out, I only really planned on selecting males. As chauvinistic as it may sound, I just don't think a woman would be up to the job. You understand?"
"NO!" Charlie was fuming. "I don't understand!" She stormed right up to Mr.Clarke. "What are you saying to me?! Are you saying I don't get the job because I'm a woman?! Are you being serious, Mr. Clarke?!"

"Calm down, Ms.Murphy!" Mr.Clarke shouted over Charlie's voice. Once he had successfully quieted her, he continued in a calmer tone. "There is no need to get so worked up. As you can see, women are far too emotional and are unfit for the job. You are only proving my point more."
"Alright, fine!" Charlie pulled back. "I'm done with you. You are so not worth this. I can do this just as easily without your help." She would rather swim the entire Pacific Ocean to get to France than get there through this man.

"W-What?" Mr.Clarke stammered as Charlie turned around to leave.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with!" Charlie replied before she stopped in the doorway. "Oh, and by the way, thanks for nothing!" And with that, Charlie slammed the door behind her leaving the horrible Mr.Clarke alone.
Charlie plopped down onto the chair in her living room. It had been a long ride home. She was exhausted and utterly defeated. Never before had she been so disappointed. She was so very close only an hour ago, but now it was all out of her reach once again. Everything she had done up until now was futile.

'What am I supposed to do?' Charlie's heart cried out. 'Father, how do I find you now?'
Charlie felt like crying her heart out, yet no tears would come. She didn't know what else to do, so she flipped on the television and mindlessly watched hours worth of programming into the late hours of the night. Charlie hadn't even realized she passed out on the couch at some point during the night until there came a knock at her apartment door. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound persisted, and Charlie stirred. Drowsily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. What time was it even? It was still dark out.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Again the sound came. "I'm coming..." Charlie mumbled loudly as she got up from the couch. Who on earth could be paying her a visit at this time?
Charlie flipped on the lights and headed over to the door. She was way too drowsy and disheartened to care what kind of stranger stood just beyond her apartment room. With a quick yawn, Charlie unlocked the deadbolt and slowly opened the door.

"Hi there!" a very odd looking man stood grinning at Charlie from the other side of the door.

"Wha-?" Charlie's sleepy mind could barely comprehend this.

"Nice place! Mind if I come in?" The man raved as he entered the door.
"Oh, how rude of me!" The man continued without even giving Charlie the chance to react. "I never even introduced myself. The name's Eddy. Eddy Slick. You must be Charlie Murphy. It's a pleasure to meet ya! Don't mind me, though. I am just here to make your dream come true." Was he being sarcastic?. Charlie's head was spinning. This was so random and unexpected, and she was still coming out of sleep. What the heck was going on?!

"Uh..... Run that by me again...?" Was all Charlie could think to say.

"Hey, hey, no worries." Eddy smiled. "Come have a seat and I will explain"

A dumbfounded Charlie followed Eddy as he made his way into her living room area and had a seat on her sofa. Astounded, she sat down next to the fast-talking Eddy Slick and waited for her explanation.
"My agency has heard about you and your desire to find a job in France." Eddy began once they were properly seated.

"Wait, how did you get information like that?" Charlie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "I haven't told anyone whether or not I wish to do any such thing."

"Are you sure?" Eddy questioned. "Because somehow we have that information. Perhaps you slipped up somewhere, huh? Yeah, so anyway, we want you to come work for us. In France! So what do you say? Will you do it?"
"Well up till now," Charlie began slowly, "I have had nothing but trouble and misfortune in all my efforts. Why should this time be any different? Besides, I don't even know you. How do I know if I can trust you? Should I even trust someone with a name like 'Eddy Slick'? Seriously, give me one good reason why I should come work for you?" "To be completely honest with you, Ms.Murphy, I cannot give you a perfectly good reason why you should trust me on this. But, just know that the agency and I truly have your best interests in mind. So then, tell me something, Ms.Murphy. Do you have any reason not to give this opportunity a shot? You have no job, no family or no personal relationships to keep you tied down here. But you have all the reasons in the world to come with me to France tomorrow. So, what do you say?" As much as Charlie didn't want to admit it to herself, she started to think that Eddy had a point, as slight as it may have been. She had absolutely nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. What if this guy was really telling the truth? Then this would could potentially be the biggest opportunity of her life! Charlie would never forgive herself if she passed this up.

With this feeling gnawing at her in the back of her mind, Charlie knew she couldn't refuse the offer. She told Eddy she needed to think about it over the rest of the night, but that was probably pointless because in the end, Charlie knew what her decision was going to be. A decision that would change her life forever.

---Chapter 1: End

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EphySep 26, 2012

Oh this first chapter is amazing! Charlie is so sweet and I love her emotional feelings. Great work!!

fruitopia VIPSep 8, 2012

Your story is good, and intriguing. How did Charlie Slick find out that she wanted to go to France?

Waiting for the next chapter.

sweetwilightSep 6, 2012

You write so good! keep it up! Cant wait for the next one! \:\)

annarose16Sep 6, 2012

Whoa, this is exciting! Patiently awaiting more. \:D

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