Decieved

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I took slow steps backwards and picked up the grocery bags I left before. I continued walking backwards so I would know if he's following me.
When I was finally out of the alley, I used my my clothes to ckean my finger print off the gun before throwing it into a trashcan.
After that, I ran home without looking back nor stopping to take a breather. I'll never oass through an alley anymore.
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When I was close to my apartment, I took slow steps and watched behind me to see if someone was tailing me.
When I was sure I wasn't been followed, I entered my apartment and closed my apartment door securely.
I was finally able to breath properly. That was a very close call. Who would have thought that someone like that would end up being a killer.
And to think I called him handsome. Like they always say, don't judge a book by it's cover.
"But really? Is what he said true? Did that guy actually try to kill him? Shouldn't I report this to the police? I just witnessed a murder." I wondered.
No way, I can't get myself involved again. I barely managed to escape today. What if I get in trouble for reporting?
"But that guy murdered an innocent man." My conscience reminded me.
"He wasn't really innocent. The cute guy said that the dead man tried to kill him. I should better mind my business." I tried to shake off any feeling of guilt I was feeling.
The police will find out one way or another. What I need to focus on now is how I'll get a new job because there's no way I'll ever work in that company.
I picked up the grocery bags and placed them on the counter. Thankfully, I was able to get them back.
If not, only God knows how I'll be able to survive because I'm out of cash now. I arranged everything I bought in the fridge and proceeded to make breakfast.
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I burped lowly in satisfaction. Now I'm filled, I need to find a new job.
I brought out my laptop and started scrolling through it. I was looking for any job opening.
I was only able to find a spot at a bar as a server. I chuckled when I saw the name. 'DEVIL'S EYE CLUB' It sounded really dumb.
I hesitated first before I clicked on it and read through the contents.
My eyes widened when I saw the amount they pay servers.
"One thousand dollars a week." I almost screamed.
What type of bar pays that huge amount to just servers??
If they pay servers that large amount, what about the strippers??
I double checked to see if the spot is really a server or a stripper. It was the same.
Thankfully, I didn't need to strip or dress in nude outfits. It was just like a restaurant's job.
"But what if they change their mind once I get the job?" I wondered.
"I won't know unless I try it. Besides, I can always quit if it isn't favourable." I said to myself before applying for an interview.
I filled in my details on the mail they sent me. It wasn't long before they replied. They asked me to come for an interview around 5 pm this evening.
I accepted before dropping my laptop. I prayed within myself so I could get this job. It is my last hope.
If not, Mrs. Martha would throw me out of this apartment. I checked the time on my phone on my screen.
It's still 11 Am in the morning.
I stood up from the couch and decided to take a short nap. I landed with a soft thud on the bed. It didn't take long before I drifted off to sleep.
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~DEVIL'S EYE CLUB~
Grey was scrolling through the applicants for the job opening when something caught his eyes. He smiled when he saw her name.
"I didn't think it would be this easy to find you Selina Cortez. The boss would be very proud." He muttered before sending her an invitation for the job interview.
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~LATER IN THE EVENING~
I took my bath and put on a new outfit consisting of a short crock top, pleated mini skirt and a pair of sneakers.
I stood in front of the mirror and smiled. No one can be able to tell I'm twenty-four years old. I can easily pass as a teenager like this.
"Wait, is this outfit suitable?" I asked myself.
Well, there isn't a dress code for a job at a bar. I packed my blonde hair into a messy bun and smiled. I'm really endowed with beauty, I can't even deny it. Too bad I can't take good care of it.
I sighed and put a baseball cap over my head. I picked up a small purse and my phone. I locked the door to the apartment.
Since I spent my last cash on food, I guess I'll have to walk. Thankfully, I got ready wuite early so it would only take me thirty minutes to get there.
I checked the time on my phone. This is just 4:17. I brought out my ear pods and connected it to my phone before placing it in my ear.
I smiled as the beat of the song started playing in my ear.
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~DEVIL'S EYE~
I stopped tiredly in front of the huge building and smiled when I saw the name of the club written at the front.
Finally.
I was about to enter when a rough looking guy stopped me.
"Do you have the club's id?" His gruff voice sounded.
I think he's a guard here.
"No. But I'm here for the interview." I answered.
"Your name?" He asked again.
"Selina.. Selina Cortez." I replied.
"Follow me." He said and I obeyed.
The club was some what empty. Probably because it's not yet night time.
We walked for a while before he stopped in front of a closed room.
"Go in." He muttered before leaving
I hesitated at first. It felt really weird. I had a really bad feeling about this.
"It's just a job interview. What could go wrong?" I wondered before knocking.
There was no response so I knocked again. Still the same thing. I decided to go in like that.
I entered the room cautiously. I was really dark so I decided to looked for the light switch and put on the lights.
I almost stopped breathing when I saw his hazel eyes staring at me darkly.
"No no no.."
I wanted to run out but someone locked the door from outside.
"Let me out!!!" I screamed in fear.
He sat down calmly on his seat and watched trying my best to escape.
"Please let me out!!!" I screamed louder.
"Don't waste your voice princess. Because no one will come for you." He said with a smirk dancing on his lips.

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