CHAPTER ONE
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two months ago
━Kim Hae-Rin
Seoul,Korea
SCRUBBING TOILETS ...wasn't usually this interesting. You had done it so many times that you had a streamlining routine by now. Spray with poison everywhere. Pour poison inside.
Scrub, scrub, scrub , scrub. Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe. Flush.
Done in less than two minutes. If they had a toilet—cleaning contest, You would be a top contender. Not today, though. The noises in the nest stall kept distracting you.
You was pretty sure the girl in there was crying. Either that or exercising. There was lots of heavy breathing going on. What kind of workout could you do in a bathroom stall? Knee-ups maybe.
A strangled sound issued, followed by a high-pitched whimper, and You Let go of your toilet brush. That was definitely crying.
Leaning your temple against the side of the stall, you cleared your throat and asked, " Miss, is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," the girl said, but her cries got louder before they stopped abruptly, replaced by more muffled heavy breathing.
" I work in this hotel." As a janitor/maid. " if someone treated you badly , I can help." You'd try to, anyway.
Nothing rankled her like a bully.
"No, I'm fine." The door latch rattled, and shows clacked against the marble floor.
You stuck your head out of the stall in time to see a pretty girl saunter towards the sinks. She wore the highest,scariest heels you had ever seen. Red skintight dress that ended right beneath her butt.
If you believe anything your grandma said, that girl would get pregnant the second she stepped foot on the street. She was probably pregnant already—from the potency of man's child-giving stare.
The girl in the red dress washed her hands and dabbed at her mascara-streaked cheeks before tossing her hand towel on the counter and leaving the bathroom. Your yellow rubber gloves squeaked as you fisted you're hands. The towel basket was right there. 2 steps away.
Grumbling to yourself, you stalked to the sinks, wiped off the counter with the girl's hand towel , and launched it into the towel basket. A quick inspection of the sink, counter , mirror, and neatly rolled stack of towels confirmed everything was acceptable, and she started back towards the last toilet.
The bathroom door swung open, and another girl rushed inside. With her waist-length black hair, skinny body, long legs, and danger heels, she looked a lot like the previous girl.
Only her dress was white.
Was the hotel having some kind of pageant? And why was this girl crying, too?
"Miss are you okay?" You asked as you took a tentative step towards her.
The girl splashed water on her face. "I'm fine." She braced her wet hands on the granite countertop, making more mess for you to clean up, and stared T her reflection in the mirror as she took a deep breath.
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