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Chapter 5: Business girl

No wonder she was too natural on the matter.

Robin had walked with the newspaper and a few printings on her hands around Saint Grace for three days. She had lost count of all the résumé she had delivered, but at least one of them had to work. Even so, sometimes thoughts full of hate and remorse crossed her mind. Tomorrow would be Saturday, and if she hadn't found a job, things with grandmonster would get heavy...

Meh. Nothing that she couldn't handle. She'd offer to pay the fifty percent, and period.

It was all a plot.

Such trivial things didn't matter so much now that she had succeeded on the improvised deal with grandmonster. But what bothered her most was that Joy had completely fooled her by making her believe she was a dumb girl who couldn't even think about hurting a fly on purpose. Maybe she was achieving some qualities from grandmonster. Uh-oh. That didn't sound good.

And it also hurts because she's my sister.

Robin would've never done that to her for all the money in the world. No matter how much she envied her sister, it was still Joy. Her blood. Her roommate. Her lifetime companion.

"Okay. Stop. Life goes on. Money isn't important until you need it, right?" She muttered to herself as she walked straight into a theater, an old but famous one, the Colossus. She had read in an announcement that they needed someone to keep the place clean during the repairing season. Robin wondered, when she saw how big the place was, if she would be able to keep up with all the cleaning by herself. "They're obviously hiring more people, idiot."

She stopped half-way there, detecting a group of seven or eight men of suspicious appearance. They were standing at the beginning of an alley right beside the theater's front door. Thinking she looked stupid standing in middle of the road, she walked ahead, turned her hands into fists and begged Heavens to become invisible for a while. In case she needed help, there were a few cars with people inside in front of the theater. She could ask help to them.

The gang didn't even seem to notice she was around.

Maybe I am invisible after all.

Miller scratched his recently grown beard. He had to shave it but lately he had been too busy to look at his own aspect. He had his hands on the wheel, though the car wasn't running, and Ken was playing Candy Crush in the seat next to him.

"The noise of that is killing my brain." Miller said, glancing once more at the mirror where he could see the purple circles under his eyes. "Can you stop it?"

"It's not my fault we're here so bored."

Ken had complained about coming with him to watch over Lou and his small gang if he didn't have to use a gun. Miller and Ken were there to find and extract information from them. And maybe to use them too. Lou's gang wasn't actually a gang, but a group of people in need who'd do anything for money. That made them both useful and dangerous. They'd kill anyone for it. They were famous among all of the Family leaders for that. Mercenaries. No mercy or hesitation when pulling a trigger and all that crap. Now he had recruited young boys, those who were there in the alley, but they weren't such a big menace. Miller didn't want to deal with them either, but business was business. Before he went out of the car to the alley, where Lou was waiting, something called his attention.

A young girl stood up in middle of the street as though something invisible had stopped her. Miller frowned. Apparently, she was walking to... Lou? No. To the theater.

"Lou's people ain't good looking, are they?" Ken laughed when he saw the situation. Miller nodded. "Ten bucks she's turning back home to mom's arms."