It has been a few days since ive been working at my job. My core and body definitely is more greater than before. And more better, my money too. My average payment would be about 40 to 70 dollars , only giving 5 to 10 dollars to the orphanage. When I said I will pay back them because I lied about my payment, not really. But I will still. It's because I realized that the amount of money I give the orphanage is about the same amount of money the other teenager workers give the orphanage too.
Anyway, currently, I pack my bag as i part off away the hut, until-
"Faust"
Well, as I was leaving already, a certain voice halts me from doing so. I was puzzled for him to call. I thought I was already permitted to leave once I got my payment, a fine $50.75. The pay was good. They kept their promise of larger fish larger money. And it just comes to my luck that I get big fishes.
I turned around and saw Mr. Randall with a guy beside him. The man was definitely not a fisherman with those obviously expensive clothes.
His hair is glistening golden colored, wearing a plain white oversized t-shirt and a simple short. What made his looks expensive is his golden silver watch, his shoes, and his necklace. He looks like the carefree, rebellious teenage rich kind of guy. Except his a man already. But his young handsome face doesn't say so. He was shining brightly under the afternoon sun. His smiling creepily at me, and I don't know the hell why.
I just calm down myself and got up there, facing them. And dang, I just realized how tall they are. Probably more than six feet. And what, I'm just standing at four and a half or something.
"Well, Faust,-"
"Just call me Elliot"
I interrupted. As much as I accept my new name, I'm not use to it that much.
"Oh, ehm.. Well, Elliot, this is Mr. Brook right here. He's a scouter for a certain, uh-"
Randall seems confused. Perhaps he doesn't know the person that much nor even met him that much.
"Job, a scouter for a job..."
Randall continued, after staring at the man 'Mr. Brook' whom send him a glint in his eyes when he forgot what he was saying.
But I was not bothered by that and quickly got interested about the job. If Mr. Randall is recommending it, probably a more better job right?
But why me in particular though?
"Uhm, is being young one of the requirements of the job?"
I asked and the man grinned by himself.
"Oh, he said your thriving for money, and this one will surely pay you a lot"
The man said, and I glared at Mr. Randall. Was my reason too obvious for him to know? But then, thanks to him, I manage to strike a possible better job.
"And what exactly is that job?"
I asked curious. I know it would be another illegal job. Because who would hire a 9 year old really. Though curious, I didn't get my hopes up.
But I saw the man turn back his smile. Hesitant to answer.
"That- you will know once you accept it"
He answered to me, completely innocent it seems.
But it didn't stop for me to ask the question-
"It isn't drugs or anything like that right?"
He freeze for a moment before laughing hysterically.
"Obviously not, it will be just like this job, but more better" He smirked telling me.
It did spark up some negative feelings about me. But then, I'm in need. No choice but to try it. I just hope once I deny it, they won't kill me or something like that.
"Hmm, sure, I suppose so"
He smiled at me and I try to ignore that. Dang, his white teeth is blinding.
"Then, let's go"
He said to me offering his hands. I wrinkled my eyebrows, to obviously state my confusion. Now? As in now?
I didn't get his hands but just followed him up. I stayed silent. I didn't know anything about the man. Nor that extroverted to be the one that starts the conversation.
Few more steps and I happen to resemble a darn expensive car in the view. My curiosity let me point at it and ask the man.
"Is that yours?"
I looked up to his tall figure and he just nodded.
"Don't worry, I won't kidnap you or anything."
He claims, and I just nodded too in response.
'isn't that what they always say? Am I being sold off at an slavery auction right? What about organs?'
We got to the car and opened the back door for me. I've been treated like a princess, what's this? I'm not even an importand person to be treated like this.. Am I a long forgotten son of a rich man? A heir maybe?
I unconsciously chuckled. I'm delusional after all these great things.
He looked at me, and I immediately halted my chuckling. He just ignored it off and started to drive away. To where I don't know at all.
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While I'm the ride, it was my first time seeing other places than the forest, river, some markets, and the orphanage.
This town seems alright, seems the orphanage happen to be just places at the dirtiest messiest and noisiest spot in the town.
Once you get of the street, you can see clean roads, and some modern buildings even. Modern, by that, the current building styles.
It took an hour or so before the car finally stop, arriving at a - hotel?
It was tall, can rank up to the top 5 tall buildings he saw in the ride.
What is this?
3rd PoV
Mr. Brook off the car while opening the back door. Elliot was surprised as he was still admiring the tall building where they are now.
He thank him and got off the car too. His kneck all the way to the sky just to observe the building.
"Is this the place of the job... Mr. Brook?"
Elliot turned at him asking the man.
"Hm?.... I say so?"
Elliot was confused. Somethings up with this man. How can a scouter doesn't know the job?
What the f.. u.. c.. k?
His flabbergasted face turned off the man. Only smiling brightly in response.
The only thought Elliot now have, are they robbing the shit out of this place?
But suddenly, a woman, wearing a suit, bowed down to us, inviting more people, lining up in a straight line, all of them bowing.
It got awkward to Elliot as his clothes and appearance was totally out of this place. Maybe even the janitor here looks better.
Mr. Brook confidently walk in to the entrance, the incoming and exiting workers greeting him respectfully.
I walked behind him, and as we got in to the entrance, another man walked up, giving a clip of schedules to him.
"Welcome back, Vice President"