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A car stopped beside an apartment while the silence of night shrouded the time. As the car door opened, a green haired girl stepped out of it and proceeding to her own assigned task.
The 19 years old green haired girl knew very well what she was doing, hence it was because she knew it very well, she chose this task for her own treatment.
People measure her status not so far from being a prostitute, but she would care less about it. The consequence … she understood it very well. It was not her first times in this kind of job either, so many men or boy would call for her service almost every week. And she would gladly work hard to make up for the money they paid.
For Gumi, money was not actually the thing which relish her, indeed she need money to keep surviving each night, but there were a much more important things only Gumi know. Money was not a problem at all while doing this kind of job let her take a shortcut to became rich, in not a very good moral terms of course. She even got a lot of what she call "Client", the terms to refer man or boy who looks pleased with her work and willingly to call her again next time.
Today was no different either … Just like how she stood in front of the apartment door which she was too fond of, facing a same colored door, same building and same … Client.
The slender finger reached upon the square button with no hesitation, while a smile formed on her face. Not a fake smile, but an excited smile, yet also not dedicated for the man she would be facing in next few seconds, instead it was dedicated to excitement when her job done.
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It was very late that night when the short arm of clock stopped at number 2. And just like a sign, the door of the apartment opened along with her walking out of it. The mannered girl didn't forget to bid farewell to her client before she went to the elevator.
As the elevator stopped on the bottom floor, the door opened and Gumi stepped out of the iron cage with ease. No one could tell what she was doing by the way she entered and exit the apartment draw no curiosity from anyone who accidently saw her.
"Oh, must be that person friend"
"His sister, perhaps?"
"That manager sure is a hard worker"
All opinion which floated labeled positive with no negative at all, it was not a wonder. After all no one would get suspicious for someone who only stepped inside one of the apartment room and exit with a completely same condition.
The natural flow just helped her disguise the job much more efficiently, even though in truth was … she really didn't care either when people find out what she actually do inside that room. It was their own thoughts who willingly help to cover for it, not like she asked for help.
A pair of glowing red eyes though somehow able to saw through all of it, looking at her from his beloved car, he saw through it completely, maybe because he was not on a much different term for her.
The man smirked after he was truly sure the job of the girl who just stepped inside the car. It was not the first time Dell saw her walking around the apartment at night. At first, he didn't notice too much of it except her exceptionally odd hair, but gradually it start became something strange in his eyes as she keep coming at the same exact time.
He didn't investigate this matter at all. His curiosity was paid well with "Coincidence" helping along with it, because every night during this time was also the same time after he was done with his "amusement".
Though there was a thin line separating his "amusement" and her "job"
To be more exact… "many thin lines"…
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