(3rd POV)
You were walking around town, both to clear your mind and trying to find a job. Things haven't been easy for you. First, your parents had abandoned you at 16, taking all their and your money, not leaving you a single penny, and moving to Brest, Belarus. Forcing you to get a job to pay for a cheap apartment and to pay your way through school, barely letting you do anything else, including not being able to celebrate holidays or your birthday.
Secondly, your girlfriend had cheated on you with your high-school bully, and constantly berates you by laughing at your situation and boasting how "good" your bully is in bed. Your bully also gloats about stealing your girlfriend and sometimes pushes you to the ground and kicks you while she laughs.
Third and final, is that as of yesterday, you had been fired from your job. Your boss saying that he would save $10 by cutting your pay, completely. He always did care about money than other people, even when he explained why he was firing you, he had a shit-eating grin, almost joyous that he was saving money and getting rid of you.
So now, walking around town, you tried to clear your thoughts when all of a sudden, a sudden gust of wind blows a newspaper in your face. Removing it you see that it's part of the want ads. Most of it is weathered and torn, but there was two ads that stuck out.
(Ads made by me)
It was if God had answered your prayers. Both jobs were practically the same, so if you could get one of them, it would solve a whole lot of your problems. As soon as you got back to your apartment, you got ahold of them and scheduled an interview. Not surprisingly, both locations were owned by the same company. You went to bed that night a lot happier, hoping that you could get one of them.
?????: Did he get the ads?
?????2: Yes, my mistress.
?????: Good. Now I must make sure that he gets both of the jobs. In time, he will get what he deserves for all the hardships he's endured. Vanny, I want you to make it so that the "Boss" is desperate enough to hire him.
Vanny: Of coarse, my mistress. When do we reveal ourselves to him?
?????: In time, my friend, in time. But first I have to make those robots into his,
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Future Wives~.
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Fredina's Nightclub X Male Reader X Five F*cks at Fredrika's
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