Chapter 3 : Welcome to the Secret but Known Agency

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"Welcome to Zero-hours Contract Agency, Heart Escapade branch. What service we can do for you, ma'am?"

She gave me a weird smile which creeped me out.

I coughed before I spoke, "Um, can I have a request?"

"What kind of request, dear?"

I looked on my side at the right and at the left. Everyone here was very weird and creepy.

What the heck was an institution of something that all of the people here was wearing a cap, hat, mask or whatever that was weird! I just gulped and looked back again at the woman of her mid 20's.

"Ah, um, is your service here that is so called is ah, um..." I stopped when I realized that I felt like an idiot that was too nervous to complete a sentence. I took a deep breath and tried to continue what I am saying, ".....Is your service here is...for—".

"It can be 20,000 or 50,000 or 100,000 hartz."

I almost guffawed of what I heard.

"Come again, miss? Did I heard hertz? Are we studying the unit used for measuring the frequency of sound waves? Are we studying a little Science here?" I jokingly told her.

But she faced me with a poker face plastered on her face.

"No little missy, it's the money here. Well 20,000 is equals to a five-hundred dollar."

"Ah okay, it's just—a five-hundred dollar?!" my eyes widened with shock and was full of questions.

"Don't worry ma'am, it's the most deserving price. We cleanly do our service. Very neat, no stains left, no marks left."

I looked at my poor, crying pocket with a $20 bill.

Oh dear God, why?

"Can you do it for—free—?"

She suddenly snapped, literally then I suddenly felt some muscled-men's hands that were attached like a mighty bond on both of my arms.

I felt like I was a toy car that was being pulled by kids.

"Noooooo!!! Wait for a minute!! Please let me explain!" I shrugged and tried jerked to them but they held me too tight that I can't even move a little.

"Look! OMG! Gorgeous as ever! Isn't that Taylor Swift?" I screamed as loud as I can.

"Where? Where? Where?!"

Seriously, what the heck. I never thought bouncer hunk-like dudes fell for that.

I automatically slipped and sat down. I didn't think of running away because I know they will just chase and catch me fast. I also didn't think of running to the entrance to flee away or to escape because I was determined and I just knew that another bunch of bouncer hunk-like dudes were there and I was tired dealing with them.

I crawled under their tables. Some persons' foot kicked me. I don't know if they mean it or what.

I just crawled and crawled until I reached the boundaries.

Phew! Thanks goodness, I think this was a different dimension aside from that creepy building or institution or whatever. But what the hell on earth?

What the fuck was this hallway?

All white, everywhere. I think in this hallway there are 6-8 rooms.

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