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21. Flyer

It was my fourth month of pregnancy and coincidentally the fourth month of the year as well. April meant something else for us orders.

The 5th of April had arrived and that was the International Day Of Fertility. People celebrated it all over the world.

Agencies celebrated it. On this day all girls and women that were on the other side of the fence had to pretend like they were celebrating the cause.

I did not know what working women on this side did. I was about to ask Stephen.

He was in the garage, looking at his luxurious cars. I could swear there were fifty people up in the house with that amount of cars, but no. Mr. James and Stephen were the only owners.

"What am I supposed to do today?" I asked Stephen. I expected some sort of protocol that I had to follow.

"What is today?" he asked me, clearly clueless.

I replied, "It is International Day Of Fertility!"

"Well, you definitely are fertile. You are pregnant as f.uck. What else is there to do?" Stephen found a black Bentley and got behind the wheel.

"I do not know. If you do not want anything special, could we just take a trip outside?" I asked him.

"Hop in, mother of my child!" We did not tell anyone we were leaving. Stephen casually drove out of the property.

The sun was shining and there were a lot of people on the streets that day.

"It looks like there are sales today," Stephen observed. "Are you sure about the International Fertility Day thing?"

As we drove through the city, we stopped at traffic lights. At one of them, a young girl like me was handing out flyers. Stephen rolled down his window.

The girl exclaimed, "Happy International Day Of Fertility! The agency loves to make your dreams come true!"

Stephen handed me the girl's flyer. I had seen that thing before, but only from a far. I had never read it.

"What does it say?" Stephen asked me. "I am curious."

"There is a large catalogue filled with naturally healthy and beautiful women you can choose from. You can either buy a women as a complete set, or you can buy her egg and combine it with another body," I read. Buying an egg can be disastrous for the woman who offers it. I heard they had to go through multiple hormonal treatment and in the end, they lose their ability to breed and become either even bigger outcasts then they already are, or they become part of the marketing campaign.
"You can naturally impregnate your order, or you can let your order undergo an insemination at one of your doctors." That was the process the rich people did not want to spend their money on.
"By buying an egg you can design your baby, special appearance, race, and gender.
We provide our working women with everything they need, for example healthy food, good housing, education, work with proper pay etc.
If you're not satisfied with our catalogue, you can look at other agencies internationally. We all work together to make your customer experience enjoyable."

"That sounds like a load of sh.it," Stephen said. I was speechless. They hid half of the important information and they lied about the food and the housing. It was such a pretentious flyer.

"I wonder whether I will ever be able to not feel any hate for the agency," I uttered. "I do not want to celebrate today. These agencies lie and pretend to be this kind almighty power when they are not. They treat us very badly, Stephen. They encourage all these morally borderline actions. In the agency I learned how to a be your yes-sl.ut. I was lucky that my mother always had a few extra words for me other than just yes."