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Damn, that was all weird Part 2

Whoever it was, didn't agree to meet me in the hotel lobby, where there is more space and more witnesses, they said that the contractor didn't want to be seen on the premises and that everything had to happen secretly.

The answer didn't make me happy at all and if it had only depended on my rational side, I wouldn't even be walking through a revolving glass door to this luxurious place right now. However, as my mother's health is in

game, I'm here, with my real-time location being shared with Oliver, who doesn't even know why I did this.

The receptionist behind the counter is very polite to me and as soon as I say my name, she smiles even bigger and gives me a card so I can open the room door. They must have warned me that I was on my way, which proves that this person on the app really exists and has money, since this hotel here is huge.

I've never even come close to entering a place like that.

— Can you tell me if… many women have gone there today?

The message said that I was a candidate, so many women must have already been “seen” today. Maybe she can tell me what profile of girl appeared here and that will make me chosen if I know what to do. If I want to be chosen...

— No, just you — he replies. Will I be the only fat one there? Does Did the person who chose me think I was taller or shorter? More beautiful? This bunch of doubts is killing me inside! — Are you okay? Do you need any help?

  • A little bit nervous.

I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, I've thrown everything away to help Oliver, my mother or a friend in need. A good part of me is always ready to do whatever is necessary for the ones I love. However, this time I think I went too far. The problem is that there is a lot at stake, much more than my principles. — That's probably why you're sweating. Would you like a tissue?

Shit! I didn't think about my appearance at all. If I'm looking for an escort position, I should at least be tidy, not all sweaty and disheveled.

— I accept, thank you.

I take the white tissue from his hand and as soon as I wipe it on my face, the fabric comes out damp and a little gray with dust. Holy shit! I came to meet this guy looking like a beggar! I must be sweaty under my arms.

I'm definitely not going to achieve anything today. Anyone who needs an escort is waiting for someone with class, not a sweaty freak.

— Well, the elevator is that way. — Point to the right. - O

The room is 24B and if you need anything, just use the room phone or the buttons next to the bed. We had an incident last month, so a special yellow button was installed, which makes the police go directly to the place you called.

Maybe this woman can actually see through me and know the kind of humiliating and foolish thing I'm about to do. However, I really have no options, and I can't take out loans from Oliver anymore, as I can never pay them back and the poor thing always ends up with a hole in the budget. Not to mention that she definitely doesn't have 15 thousand left.

God, the only thing I ask is to leave this room alive and with all my parts intact! I'm just going to go and have a look and if they say anything strange to me, I'll run away straight away!

— Thank you very much for your help — I appreciate it, and I continue to be lucky that the

my feet are practically moving on their own with all the courage I didn't even know I had.

I don't even look in the elevator mirror, I don't have the courage to realize what kind of face I'm making now. The room is not difficult to find in the wide hallway, and my cheap heels that hurt my heels make a muffled noise on the carpet all the way to the door.

I use the card given by the receptionist and inspect the luxurious room. It's like the ones we see in movies, with shades of beige, cream and brown spread across a basic decor. The bed is big and there's even a hot tub in the bathroom, which leaves me amazed and scared at the same time.

If I'm being selected for a non-sexual job, why am I in a room with a giant bed?!

— What the fuck is your problem, Karina? — I whisper to myself and

I start to hyperventilate.

Shit, I shouldn't be here! What if they kidnap me? What if it's like...

human trafficking? I think I went too far this time, even for my standards!

My throat hurts from so much fear and my lungs are working very hard so I don't pass out from lack of air. Or maybe me breathing so fast just makes me pass out faster.

I'm ready to announce that I've given up on doing this, to admit to myself that this time I'll have to accept defeat, when suddenly the bedroom door opens and a Persian elf appears.

HOLY SHIT!

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