"Hello,nice to meet you I thought for a while that you probably didn't remember about me because you had to escort so much of us over the past week". Britney says trying to sound less exasperated than she really felt.
"No I would never forget about you honey". She said reaching for my suitcase handle and pulling it along towards the sliding doors that leads to the outside of the airport.
Amanda approaches a black, luxurious car that she immediately recognized from numerous music videos as a Rolls Royce.
Britney believes her eyes must be playing tricks on her because she watches a she goes up to the rear of the car and opens the trunk and puts my bags in. She is sure her mouth is wide open as Amanda then goes to the open the door where the back seats are.
"Go in". She beckons her pointing to the inside.
Britney finds the will to move towards the entrance in her dazed state. She plump down on the plush leather seat and start running her hands against the steady matieral when she is frightened by a head peering around at her from the driver seat.An emaciated looking man his eyes sunken deep in their sockets who has a piece of cigarette hanging from corner of his mouth.
"Hello there young lady you must be Britney my name is Damian Lovecraft". The man said managing to talk clearly with the cigarette still latched on to his mouth.
" Hi,yes my name is Britney nice to meet you". Britney says trying to steady my nerves and try to not come off as judgmental.
Damian turns around in his seat and She feels relieved. Amanda sits in the front passenger seat and we pull off the curb and speed through the long driveway of the airport. It will be the first time she'll be driving around in a vehicle as exclusive as this. She keeps on expecting the police to stop us on the road.
Britney is too sure the authorities have a written rule that states that they have the right to stop and interrogate anybody who isn't a celebrity who drives one of these. She wonders where people who have a work and travel agency get so much money for a smooth ride like this they must have a lot of candidates.
The ride is smooth and seamless. She hears Damian shout from the front seat and it seems he and Amanda are having an argument but she can't quite make out what they are saying because they are speaking in hush tones. Immediately a opaque screen rising up separating the front seats from the back.
Britney is completely blocked out from their conversation. Britney has a weird feeling about these two and warnings bells keep on ringing in her head. Nevertheless she waves this off as my nerves just getting the best of her.
She looks through the window on the many large, bright billboards they pass that are advertising products or services. Some of the buildings seem to reach to the skies and the lights bright up the streets. Before long they entered through a huge iron gate and we started driving down a long driveway that seemed endless.
Finally they came to a stop in front of a impressive white house that had a fountain with water flowing through the hands of small angel statues. Damian jumps out of the driver seat abruptly and heads up to the grand steps leading up to the front door of the house it seems in a rage. Amanda exits the car as well and she can see that she has been crying when she passes my window even though she tries to hide this by wiping the tears away or plastering a forced smile on her face.
Britney opens the door and step out while she retrieves my bag and we silently walk up the steps. She wants to say something nice to her or at least inquire if she's okay but she senses it's not the right thing to do.
Britney follows behind her in through the mahogany doors and find that the inside of the house is nothing less than magical. In the middle of the foyer there is a huge table where a spray of white orchids fill a glass vase.
There is also a long spiraling staircase that Amanda mounts laboriously dragging her suitcase against the gradient of the stairs and She follows behind her awe inspired and curious than ever before about these people.
This surpassed my expectations of how the residence would be. Britney thought she would be living in a cramped apartment with a roommate. She remembers the day when my school kept the expo and the different agencies set up there tents and had their brochures layered on the foldable tables. There was over 30 of them she went to the various booths that day and did not feel sure and she decided to go to the last one which turned out to be the The Money Makers.
Britney was intrigued by their presentation and the zeal with which they talked about finding and providing sustainable jobs for their participants if they were chosen. Britney made her decision right there and signed up my name. When she went home she researched them and shr saw pictures of participants serving meals in restaurants, spreading beds and making drinks in a bar.
Britney had signed up for house keeping and fantasized about the amount of money she would make over the four month period. Britney had alot of plans for that money she would make, one of them being to pay for my second year tuition which would help ease some of the burden off her mother.
When they made it to the top of the steps Amnada knocked the door directly in front and a moment later a woman's voice shouted for her to come in. When they entered the first thing that hit her was the size of the room; it looked like a hotel suite.
The second thing that Britney noticed was a indiscreet pole positioned in the middle of the room.One side of the room a girl lay on the bed her feet hoisted in the air.
There was a large poster of Beyonce above her bed while on the other side there was bed and the walls were devoid of anything except for a wardrobe against the wall and she suspected that side belonged to her. The girl sat up on the bed.
She had dark flawless skin and long, black, shiny hair that she had in a ponytail. She closed the distance between us and extended her right hand and she spotted the exact tattoo that Amanda had.
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Angel In The Club
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