Prologue

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"Good morning, sorry, er, to bother you this early. How are you?" Jennifer Oswald called down the phone in her sickly sweet tone. She thought it was polite, but then again, she thought Madonna was was an opera singer.
Down the line, she heard a small grunt, and rolled her eyes. Her clients, as she called them, were always so impolite, like teenagers. She'd always hated teenagers- even when she was one herself.
"I was wondering, would you like to be part of a, er, charity event? I'll pass on more details later, but you would be staying in a house with nine other YouTubers for a whole year. It would be great fun, and your girlfriend would be very welcome on it too!" Jennifer explained. There was a momentary pause before a muffled "sure" reached her ear.
"Really? Great! I'll send on the details very soon. We can't wait for your, er, stay!"
As she lowered the phone, she looked to her associates. Their eyes bore into hers, though she wasn't intimidated. A smile lit up on her made up face.
"They're unsuspecting."

I'm making a cover, don't worry :)

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