Journal Entries of The Escort

Entry 5

January 31st
9:37am

Strangely, I found the warehouse provided by Paris comforting. We were told to meet here every single time we were instructed to. I didn't mind. The space in here is practically big enough to store four militarized tanks.

I haven't see Kazane since last night...

All we did was drive here and next thing you know, Paris is congratulating us and taking Kazane to her vehicle.

"Morning ladies," Paris approaches us.

She eyes my black Audi and she bit the corner of her lip... I'm surprised I didn't get scratch on it after all the signs and traffic cones I had to swerve around last night. It was stressful with the time frame we had.

"Based off of reports, my boys said you were exceptional," she praised me and Kiko.

My sister bowed but I continued to listen in on whatever she had to say.

"I'm sure the both of you would like to receive that proper tour around New York later this evening, yes?" She raises a brow at me and knows exactly how to get under my skin.

"That would be wonderful," Kiko chirps.

Getting into the suv, Paris pours us a glass. I don't like American liquor. But I drank out of common courtesy.

"So much for a drop out, you have great manners. You can tell me if there's a liquor you'd prefer other than bourbon. I just picked it to serve to you because you completed a difficult task last night as a first impression," she purrs.

Sometimes, I feel provoked. Other times I question whether or not if this is a feeling of being provoked. But every time Paris has something to say... it affects me.

Kiko didn't seem to mind.

I can't tell if this was a hard days work or getting the days work started. I didn't drink victoriously like I would've back at home last night. Never against drinking early in the morning.

"It's fine," I kept it short and sweet.

"I see," Paris takes a sip looking at me with a cocked brow before looking back out the window again and we stopped in front of a restaurant.

"I'm not trying to be racist, I just want you two to settle in comfortably. After what I've witnessed from both your performances, you'd be a great asset to my line of work. I found this authentic Japanese steakhouse and got you two jobs here as a day time cover. Some of my  men work here as well. I figured you two might get homesick, so this was the best I can offer... I don't want any other businesses bribing you a higher salary than me. Also- catch," Paris tosses me two identical keys.

"These are the keys to the condo rented out with this address. Consider getting you a day time job, forging your citizenship and a condo as your payday. Remember, Wednesday is when real work starts," Paris hands us a slip of paper. She finishes her drink and one of her men opens the door for me and Kiko to get out.

"Thank you Ma'am," Kiko bows gratefully.

"Ayumi, bow," she growls at me in a mere whisper.

"....thank you," I slowly lowered my upper body, never breaking eye contact from Paris and she rolls her windows up after winking at me.

Mixed signals at the most. She couldn't possibly be attracted to m-

"Ayumi-San, let's go check it out!" Kiko interrupts my thoughts and drags me inside the restaurant.

"Wowwwww," she softly whispers to herself and it looks just like the other Japanese steakhouses back at home.