Seventeen banks, thirteen jewelry stores, and and twenty homes. These seemingly pointless words are what changed my entire life.
My family has always been poor. Hardly ever eating; starving on the streets of London in the year of 1875. I've always found a way to help us get by; even if it evolved, stealing, kidnapping, and probably even murder (if I was ever asked to.) I never told my family how I came upon the money, and they never asked. I am a sixteen year old girl. Yes, I understand how "improper" it is that I do what I do. But the less conspicuous you are, the more safe it is.
Currently, I'm doing a deal with a man by the name of Ethan. He's an older man, apparently wanting revenge (his 75 year old wife cheated on him). Most of the stories I hear are fairly amusing, I guess that's one positive subject about my job. I walked down Glen road; one of the wealthier neighborhoods, receiving many rude glares, looking for house number 367. When I knocked on the door, a very tall man stepped out."Please come in" he said, his voice a deep monotone. Once i was inside, my jaw hit he floor. Ethan's house was gorgeous; bright green walls, a large spiral stair case, even marble floors. This man was well off compared to others I've worked for. He probably just wanted cheap work, which was fine by me! Ethan walked me into a large sitting area to talk and began,....
I'm sorry this part was rather boring but the next chapter will be about the "mission" ... With a description, possibly a few photos, and the love part will come soon after. Comment, vote,..... Anything,,.. THANK YOU!!!
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<3- Hannah
