How Weak, A Delay (2)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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Two months and a half. It passed two months and a half.

For Young Mirae, that was a long suspension of her plans. She could have made hundreds of thousands within those wasted days if she pulled a successful escape from the hospital.

Resting the whole time, Young Mirae wasn't able to do anything but be guarded by the nurse. After failing her first escape, the following attempts were tight as the nurse became conscious of Young Mirae who was striving to run away.

'I could actually escape. It was easy to dodge a bunch of nurses.'

Well... perhaps this was a lie. 

The motive to run off was sitting on the back of her head. The pain was preceding the initiative to leave the building, which was filled with the smell of antiseptic alcohol.

Shaking her head, Young Mirae accepted what had happened already. Right now, what was important was, she had finally convinced the fake grand-gran to 'ask' the doctor to release her.

"Okay. That is all of the essentials, I think?" Young Mirae shoved all the bags inside the trunk of the van.

"Are you sure you are fine to start now?" asked the voice beside her: it was Nam Hiah.

Two days after her release from the hospital, Young Mirae went to meet the President of the service company she would work with. 

Of course, these two days of delay were because of her fake grand-gran. He was being ridiculous by telling Young Mirae that she shouldn't accept the offer from Hwang Joon. He wasn't able to stop her though.

When she was waiting in the office for the President, her heartbeat pounded like a hummingbird's rapid vibration of its wings. As expected, job interviews were terrifying.

'But it turned out great. They hired me.'

If it weren't for the recommendation from Hwang Joon, the son of the President, and the Nam sibling's coaxes, saying that Young Mirae didn't need to be 'trained', she wouldn't have been able to work sooner.

The training included various practices and screenings, and the company would only accept qualified applicants. It was 'another' kind of service which the company was offering to their 'valuable' and 'very important' customers: Young Mirae had to listen to a brief orientation that took two hours.

'Brief, my ass. When I left the office, I forgot everything we talked about,' Young Mirae spoke inwardly.

"Hey, you better tell us if you're in pain," Nam Hana reminded, extending a hand to Young Mirae's shoulder. "Sister doesn't want it when we can't finish the work fast."

"This is an exception, Hana," interjected Nam Hiah.

"But when I was suffering a stomachache, you didn't even allow me to rest. You kept complaining that I'm slowing down your work, sis."

"Because you were faking." Nam Hiah rolled her eyes.

"This is maltreatment. You're always unfair when it comes to me." Nam Hana faked a cry.

"I'm fine, guys," Young Mirae interrupted the argument between the two before it became big. "Let's go! I don't want the money to go cold."

Following her, shutting the trunk close, all of them entered the van as Nam Hana started the engine.

"Money isn't a meal but, let's fucking hurry and gnaw 'em!" exclaimed Nam Hana. After this, the mounted van revved and left the parking lot.

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Like always, the work they needed to do tonight was another cleaning of the dead bodies. Last time, the location was a warehouse, but this time it was a house. 

Unlike the payment for the warehouse, this night's client would give a vast amount just to clean the bodies of five people and any evidence.

Hyping up to collect the money, Young Mirae's shoulders slumped down in an alarming state when she recognized the house in a single gaze. 

A very familiar one, which she had always visited when she was young with her grand-gran.

"Fuck, this is—" the house of the Young family's underboss.

While Young Mirae was looking from the van's window, watching the house unfold, she was not aware that her emotions wavered. Her grim expression was so clear that she instantly caught her reflection in the window.

"What is it, Sunhi?" Nam Hiah asked behind her.

"Nothing. It's, it's nothing, Hiah," Young Mirae replied, not wanting to face her as she feared they might find her. 

'Did the Underboss come back home a month after? What is happening? Why did the company I am working for sent me here? Who called for the service?'

"Um, who, I—" Young Mirae struggled to look for a word to ask Nam Hiah. "Who is our client for tonight?"

"I don't know," was the answer from Nam Hiah but her face suddenly turned serious before continuing, "Sunhi, you can't ask that question in front of the other cleaners. You must never bring this up."

"Are you sure you read the contract before signing? We should know nothing about our clients. We're here to work and clean up the shitty mess they made since they are lazy fuckers who can't even wipe their asses," babbled Nam Hana. 

'I didn't read the other parts of the contract. I didn't know that the cleaners may ask no information about our clients,' Young Mirae spoke in her mind. 'I should've known it! It's given with this kind of work!'

She shook her lack of sense and pondered. The underboss that Young Mirae knew who went home from a vacation must be dead by now.

Shaking her head, Young Mirae thought, 'No, let's not make assumptions here. He still might be out of the country. If that's the case, then the people who died here are none other than his servants. Hopefully.'

"Anyway, we are here, ladies," Nam Hana interrupted and parked the vehicle in front of the gate. "Unbuckle your asses on your seats because we are about to get chunks of money tonight!" he exclaimed.

"Your foul mouth is too loud, Hana. Shut up," scolded Nam Hiah, "You are hyping yourself too much. If you make a mistake while we are at it, you better say goodbye to your dick 'cause I'm going to chop it off between your legs."