The Break Up Job

The Break Up Job

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I'm Annie Swifter and my job is to do what most girls are afraid to do. I break them up with their boyfriends, since they are too afraid to do it themselves. I have two methods that I use to ease the boyfriends off. 1) I text or call the guy on the girls behalf; all saying the usual it's not you it's me, and whatnot.- I get paid $50 2) I actually go up to the guy and break up with him on the girls behalf on purpose. That's why I get paid extra for this one, it gets especially brutal. -I get paid $100 My job was fine for a while, quick easy money. Until some self-concious lady hired me to spy on her boyfriend. She wanted me to befriend him to see if he was cheating on her. I declined at first, because I'm no spy. That was until she said, "I'll pay you $1,000." I said yes. Then she gave me a file on him. All about his likes and dislikes, and where he will be this Thurday, tomorrow. His name was Jack.
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