Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project

Chapter 8 : The Revealed Truth

I was very exhausted. This was crazy, I meant it.

In the name of money, pride, friendship and reputation plus dignity I was doing this terrible thing that didn't required a certain amount of guilt but whole pleasure of doing this.

I glanced through the counter and grinned and gave a tongue to the Queen of the bouncer-like dudes. She just frowned even she didn't want to. I smiled at myself in satisfaction.

I was finally on this building's segment.

My vision appeared to malfunctioned. Between the boundary of this building, everything went vague. It just focused to a black door. It opened automatically and finally, thank God I was in my final destination.

I let myself to fall on the floor. Ah. This cold floor's satisfaction rating was ten out ten. I rolled and rolled and rolled until somebody stepped on me.

"Rude much?" I raised one of my eyebrows. I sat up and let my cheeks fell on my palm. Suddenly, a magical hand popped right infront of me. Before doing his evil plan which was letting my hand go that will cause me to fall again, I held his hand tightly and pulled him.

"Ommppff!" he cried in pain which brought my ears up.

I smiled  in my contentment while enjoying his self-producing addictive sound.

"Hah! Serves you right, asshole." I grinned in pleasure as I pulled myself up.

"Black." he suddenly said.

"What?" I looked at him in disgust as if he was a manure and I stepped on it.

"B-L-A-C-K."

Which reminded me of that douchebridgeguybag. I was about to return his punch when someone spoke up—which was Mr. Escapade—that reminded us that we were not alone in this room.

He coughed to simply clear his throat, "Um excuse me, you two? Are you both done with your lovers' quarrel?"

"AS IF!" we both said in chorus like we agreed for the first time in eternity.

"You both are fired." it automatically popped into Mr. Escapade's mouth. I gazed and looked at him as if he looked back to us. My eyes were filled of questions of why. I didn't know why, I didn't care. Perhaps, I only cared for money. I tilted my head to check on the masked guy. His eyes was filled with despair and questions. This institution looked like his life and he was getting fired because of me. So, it was my fault afterall—...

He stood up and suddenly grabbed my collar and stared in my eyes, his eyes were full of anger like it signified to an errupting volcano. On the other hand, my eyes were full of anxiety then turned into confusion. My eyebrows wrinkled. I also held then grabbed his hand that held my collar for so long. I was trying to let go but he held my collar too close and too tight.

I decided to remove his filthy, whatever mask when something fell from above us.

Water. I thought. Where on earth did it came from?

Bit by bit the dripdrops turned almost into a horrific typhoon rain or worse than it. He loosened his grip to my collar bit by bit also. We were drenched in a fake rain. I glanced into Mr. Escapade's hot sit and my eyes almost popped when I saw that he was holding a two huge candles and a lot of jumbo-sized candles on his table. When did he even put his candle props on his table?

Voila! It was the cause of this terrific fake rain. I frowned over that fact. Was this man, a madman? Or worst, an evil scientist? Or even an ex-convict or an escapee of a mental hospital?

"Ah, shit." he let that word and after that a string of cuss flew over this atmosphere.

"Hey? Are you okay? Or is your brain is already cracking up of this non-sense?" I walked towards at his direction and held his shoulder.

Still no reply.

"Hey?" my patience and rage-'o-meter was already kicking their feet. I let him turn by force. I grabbed his shoulder and flipped it towards my direction.

"HEY—," my pitch dropped when I once saw his face. Without a fucking mask for his cheap disguise. I didn't know if am I going to slap him or to gazed at his face forever when he snapped.

"What?" his eyebrows wrinkled while he continued to dry his mask by blowing it. Perfect, this institution was really a complete mental hospital set.

"Who on earth are you?" I snapped.

"Hey calm down, youngsters! I was just joking about you and you being fired by me!" he even had the guts to had a jolly tone and even chuckled infront of these—simply us—fools, "I can't even fire an expert whacko like you." he even shook his head in dismay, "And I can't terminate a contract that I just recently made."

"But please, let me explain everything." he said in a serious tone. "Both of your missions failed. Unfortunately, even it is not both of your faults... You guys broke a rule." he tapped his fingers in his desk, "Mr. Cornelius—asked you young man to reveal Mrs. Cornelius' true colours and on the contrast, Mrs. Cornelius—asked you Crimson, dear to get a evidence for Mr. Cornelius' cheating on her. It makes sense, doesn't it?"

We nod in agreement. I glanced again to this familiar-looking man that frowned, all day long.

Black suit. Black-haired.

I gasped when I realized something. Again, I was about to speak to protest when Mr. Escapade told us about one of his top agents and about my contract.

"You two, will work together from now on."

My jaws dropped literally and my eyes was already begging to let them pop, furiously.

It kept echoing through my mind that irritated my ears.

Foolish enough, I was still waiting for Mr. Escapade to say that he was just joking.