Being 24 and recently laid off from my job was not all it was cracked up to be. But one job application-that I filled out only because my best friend has the best puppy dog eyes-changed it all.
You're looking at the new assistant to seven incredibl...
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"All I'm saying, Violet, is that it's a job. A good one at that. Look how much they want to pay!" My best friend, Jisoo exclaimed, pointing at the salary listed under the job application.
"And all I'm saying, Jisoo, is that this seems a little too good to be true. Five hundred million won a year for an assistant position?" I threw an incredulous look her way.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes while scooting closer to me on the couch. "Well, maybe there is a lot of travel involved?" She suggested as we looked at her phone together.
I sighed and looked over the words on the screen. "It also says it's a live-in position, and I would be working for seven men. Sure, I'll be an assistant. An assistant to their dicks."
She opened her mouth to surely object, but I spoke up again before she could get a word in edgewise. "As my best friend, you are legally required to keep me safe, and pushing me to live with not just seven strangers, but seven male strangers is the definition of not keeping me safe.
I ended my speech with a pointed glare as an annoyed expression formed on her face. "I'm not saying go suck their dicks. I'm just saying that this is a shit ton of money, something you are in desperate need of right now. Besides, it doesn't say anywhere in here about you being hired to pleasure them. Not to mention, if they ever make you uncomfortable, you can just quit. Simple as that."
I tsked and straightened to look at her. "That's because prostitution is illegal, Jisoo. And I can't quit if they kill me to keep me quiet."
"Oh for fucks sakes, would you stop being so difficult? It says right here, plain as day, that they would be happy to meet with applicants beforehand in a public place so everyone feels comfortable."
My eyes read over that part and I knew where this was going.
"Apply and meet them. You are the best person I know when it comes to reading people. If you get a bad vibe then what are you out of? A couple of hours?"
I pursed my lips as I stared at her. Damn, that was a good idea. I couldn't even argue with that. She started to smile and I knew that she knew she almost had me.
Her eyes turned round and she stuck out her bottom lip slightly, making a soft pout. Damn it, she knew what the pout did to me. Taking a deep breath, I held my hand out for my phone.
"Fine, but if I die, I'm going to haunt the shit out of you."
A bright smile lit up her face as she chuckled. "Deal!"
I took the phone from her and began to fill out the application. Attaching my resume that was mysteriously on her phone and filling in all the boxes under it. The very last box made my eyebrows furrow.
"Why do I have to upload a picture? Please don't tell me you can't see how weird this is." She frowned and she leaned closer. A soft hum came from her throat and she shook her head.
