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The relentless heat coming from the sun reminded me just how much I truly disliked summer. The sweat dripping from my pores and the sunburn I know that would get because of my fair skin played a big role in my hatred for this season. It also played a big role in my love air conditioning and shade as well. 

The driveway I had been walking on had to be at least a mile long and the taxi driver refused to take me through the gate and instead insisted that I get out in the sweltering weather and take the rest of the journey by myself. So after grabbing my suitcase and my bag I showed off my colorful vocabulary to him threw the money in his face. 

I looked down at the business card in my hand as I walked. It was black with only the address and a phone number in white lettering on the card. There was no company name on it, no owner's name. Hell, there wasn't even a name for whom the number belonged to. I almost didn't call just because that alone was sketchy but I became for desperate for a job. I needed the money for college and the location was fairly close to my school so I called.

I got the card from a woman at a party. It was my best friend Camille's party. However because I'm not really one for parties I just kinda sat by myself watching everyone else dance and fill their bodies with alcohol. That was when the woman came and sat next to me. She was very pretty with almost black hair, brown eyes and red lipstick. 

"Hi." She said to me, screaming over the music. "What's your name?"

"Hallie Davis." I screamed back. "What's yours?"

She smiled held out her hand for me to shake. "Grace Martinez."

We shook hands started talking. Later in the conversation she asked what may plans were for the year and I told her. 

"I've got to find a job that's for sure. Or else I won't be able to finish college." 

"Yeah, college tuition is a bitch." She took a sip of her drink and pulled out the card from the pocket in her jeans. "Call this number and apply and you won't have to worry about money or a place to stay or anything." 

I looked at the card and then back at her. "What kind of job is it? What do I have to do?"

The smile on her face grew even bigger. "Apply and you'll find out." Then she stood up and walked away.

It's funny though. I applied and answered all their weird questions yet I still have no idea what I am going to fucking be doing. They sent me the application in the mail after I called. It was basically a questionnaire with very personal questions that didn't include anything about my work experience. When was the last time you had sex? Still a virgin. Are you on birth control? Yes. Have you ever been diagnosed with a disease such as an STD? No.They also asked some pretty random questions. What's you favorite color? Gray. Favorite movie genre? Romantic Comedy. Favorite book genre? Young Adult. Top five favorite music artists? Halsey, Imagine Dragons, Jon Bellion, Melanie Martinez and Cage the Elephants. Hobbies? Reading and watching Netflix. They also asked questions about my weight, height and clothing size and for a picture but that didn't really seem that strange compared to the other questions I answered.

After walking up the drive way for a good twenty minutes a large three story building stood in front of me. The house had a lot of windows it's very modern and luxurious look led me to believe that the owner possessed a great deal of money. I knocked on the door and immediately someone opened it. 

An older woman with blue eyes and blonde hair greeted me a friendly smile."Hello. You must be Hallie. Come on in and follow me." She grabbed my bags and handed them to a boy who looked about my age with dark hair and brown eyes.