1: The Call

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The ring of my phone across the room wakes me from my perfect dream world. Oh well. The fantasies only distract you from the real world anyways. Shaking my head to disperse the thought, I practically crawl to the phone, still asleep as my fingers wrap around the smooth sides of the phone. Bringing it to my face, I do my best to hide my sleepy voice as I answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello. Is this... Y/n?"

An elegant male voice, unrecognized to me, echoes on the other end of the line. My somnolent self sits up immediately, racking my brain for anyone I know who sounds like that. It's not one of my friends. Hoping this is one of the many jobs I applied for, I put on my most professional sounding voice, still drowsy.

"Yes, sir."

"I've reviewed your resume, and after some further reflection, you've been hired."

The voice is calm and smooth, but the message practically flashes in front of my eyes. Hired. I've been hired! Fireworks go off in my head as I stand, looking for something presentable for tomorrow. The voice continues,

"You're expected tomorrow, six o'clock sharp. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. Any other specifications, sir?"

As I scramble to find a piece of paper, the man's laugh echoes, flat and emotionless.

"Wear something presentable, preferably a suit. You're a waiter, after all. I must go now. Goodbye."

Well, that was strange. I don't have much time to think about that, though, before I'm fingering through the notebook I kept everything for my job hunt. Highlighted in yellow, the words stand out: Waiter- La Gueule de Saturne. It's a nice place, upscale for sure. The setting doesn't concern me, though; I'm just glad to be in a job. Searching through my closet, I pull out a dusty suit, buried in the corner. I toss it on a chair, sitting alone next to a weak excuse of a table. I finally have a chance to move out of this dingy waste! Fantasies of a better life flood my mind as I lay back down. This is what I needed.

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