The ferrous smell of wet coins would always be engraved on her mind.
Splashes of blood surrounded her, resembling the palette of an artist mixed with different shades of scarlet.
'All because of me' she breathed and her feeble fingers wrinkled out the last drops of blood she had wiped off from the marbled floor.
'I will never return to this mental grave'
What she did not notice was the sudden animation of her painting had come to life. The motionless portrait of a woman's eyes suddenly sparkled up and followed her trail.
Present-day
A Pandora box in the form of Covid 19 had ravaged my country and it had been 2 months since no new cases were detected.
The cursor constantly refreshed the web page which becomes a shade darker with every refresh.
White Crow's Duties:
1. Get a job or die.
2. Pay off 10 k as the first installment.
3. TBC.
Limit: 1 year
This was the list that now would decide the trajectory of my life.
Getting a loan from the dark web did not only lead to accumulated interest, but also a very peculiar list which when refreshed, it would display very bizarre requests such as 'eat your soul out.
But now. I couldn't believe my eyes and clicked on the tab in the Chrome browser.
Dear Irene,
We congratulate you on being selected for the interview. We expect to see you on Monday at 7 am.
AZUS.
This was the email that would plunge me into a whole new world.
Azus was a prestigious tech company owned by the richest man in the country, a young Billionaire who found luck when he created a unique app similar to Bitcoin.
Getting an opportunity for an interview for that company is impossible but somehow I had ended up in this situation
And I did not care how ****************** While waiting for my turn for the interview in the lobby, I had briefly dozed off and my lavender perfume suffocated me as I had sprayed it on every visible part of my body.
Taking out my small mirror, I removed my mask and gazed at my mess of a face; fawn-colored skin patched with blue dark circles which even the magic of the concealer couldn't hide, along with Victorian red checks.
I patted my walnut-colored wavy hair, sticking out like an antenna, and wiped off the excess brown mascara smudged.
I was wearing a black face mask which wrapped me around my personal cocoon of protection.
Bored of waiting, I peeked outside through the beaming transparent glass doors.
The people outside scampered like ants, and they had their own definition of 'protection from Corona' as they wore some very questionable types of masks.
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