𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

013 Front Man

A/N thought I'd do something a little different with the story-if you couldn't tell by the title, this chapter will be in the front man's pov >:)

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I can't stop thinking about that girl. Why won't she get out of my head? I don't ever get attached to the players-but there's just something about her.

Ever since the first day, I've always had my eye on her, and I'm glad she won. But why does my heart hurt? Why do I feel bad for lying to her? I've lied to all the other winning players, but with her-I almost couldn't. I almost gave away the wrong information. The information I wasn't supposed to tell her yet.

I've been staring at this damn file of her for hours now. Questions about her flooding into my mind, as if I don't have everything in front of me. But this isn't it, it isn't all of her information. I need to know more.

I got up from my desk, and got dressed to leave this room. I can never show my face to any of my staff, it's the rules. I pulled my hood on after I put my mask on, and turned to leave.

I went down to the control room, I needed to speak with my best manager, no. 326. As I was walking in, I scanned the room for him, usually he's in here. If not, then he's out helping direct production on cleaning the game rooms. I couldn't find him right away, that was expected, all the players were gone now anyway, so we had to clean the game rooms for next year.

I walked up to my pannle, and I searched around it for him. I found him a few minutes later, I was correct, he was helping the others with the cleaning.

Once I saw where he was now, I turned to leave again. I walked out a side door to my right, that lead to all short cuts in between the game hall, and rooms. It took me a while to get to the sugar honeycomb room because it was all the way on the other side of the building.

I walked in the already open door, and a few of my workers noticed me immediately, once they saw me they gave me a glance before going back to work. I walked up to 326, he was chatting with a triangle. I don't know who, but judging by his body shape, I think it might be no. 36.

"No. 326, can I speak with you for a moment?" I asked.

He turned to me, after jumping at my sudden dark tone. He tried to play it off, he was doing a terrible job.

"Yes sir." He stuttered.

I turned to leave and walked out, expecting him to follow.

We got to the other side of the door, and I spoke up,

"I need you to do something for me."

He tilted his head at my statement, and I continued,

"I need you to relocate player 600, send me her location, and keep an eye on her. Can you do that?" I asked.

He nodded. "Good, now you can continue your work. But I expect the report by 5pm." I said blankly.

He nodded again and I walked off.

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My email chimed, and I picked my head up from my boring nap. I adjusted my eyes to my computers screen light, and checked it. It was from 326, finally, I opened it and it was just what I had asked for. Player 600's location. I added it to my maps, so I could keep an eye on her myself. If I can't get any information because I'm too busy, then I can count on 326 to tell me, in email or in person.

I looked over at the time, it was exactly 5pm. Wow, I didn't expect him to get it right on time, I thought he'd get it a few minutes before or after. He really is my best manager, huh?