A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

After they got out of the restaurant, Kate refused thanks to Max’s classmate Alan’s offer of sending her home. She still could hold up, and she knew how to get home.

She thought of her grandma’s pet words. “You won’t miss a blessing, and you cannot avoid misfortune.” If she could not avoid it, she had to confront it.

Kate was exhausted. Her courage faded away as soon as the rivals and allies were gone. She felt lonely too, and she wished she had someone to talk to. She took out her cell phone from her bag, but with the last alarm, it blacked out and ran out of power.

It was good timing.

She saw a telephone booth and stepped into it. She hesitated a little before dialing, but she thought of what he said, “Call me anytime you want.” She bit her lips and dialed the number she already memorized so deeply.

It went through, and a young lady answered calmly, “Who is that?”

Kate was surprised. “Is this Jimmy’s cell phone?”

“Yes. Who is that?”

“I am his friend.”

“Jimmy is taking a shower. Could you call again in a few minutes?” The woman said.

“OK. Thank you.”

The phone was hung up, and Kate still could hear her own hollow voice echoing in the confined space of the telephone booth. She stood there, motionlessly for a while, and then walked out.

She didn’t have a strong reaction to this. She just said inside, “Kate, you are so stupid.”

The sun was setting, and the street got busier. Cars were rushing to their destination. The passersby were also walking hurriedly somewhere. She would be busy usually, either at the supermarket sorting out the merchandise or rushing home.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

But today, Kate was wandering in the streets. She passed by a bridge and looked down from the rail. The water was clear, and she could see fish swimming gracefully in the water. She felt jealous of the fishes. Why did she have so many troubles?

There was a digital advertising screen on one of the pillars of the bridge. This was what Max’s project was doing, she thought. She stopped to watch the commercials. “Crown Hotel, Public Relations Department…If you are 20-30 years old, pretty and amiable, interested in socializing…monthly salary 30-50 thousand dollars…with incentive…please contact us at 400…”

She had experience working in the hotel earlier, and she knew the property of this kind of job. She closed her eyes and walked away.

The man she met at the restaurant earlier said to her, “It is not easy for men to make money, but it is not so difficult for pretty women…” His eyes scanned her face and seemed to imply to her that she could easily raise the money.

Maybe this was her fate? Kate queried herself.

How hard was it to make the decision? Everything pushed her to this way though she had escaped a couple of times.

The next morning, she was standing in the magnificent lobby of the hotel. Her heart was beating fast, and she was desperate. She was preparing herself for the interview.

She was led to an office upstairs. A pretty and competent woman looked at her from behind a grand desk. She scanned her from head to feet and signaled her to sit down and came to the point when she opened her mouth. “Are you a virgin?”

Kate nodded.

The woman introduced herself as the manager of the department, and then she told her the job description and reimbursement for the job. She scratched something on a paper and asked her to have an overall medical checkup first; after getting the checkup result, she then came back to her for signing the contract; they would arrange for her to work after some image design, etc.

Kate received the paper from her and said, “I have a request. I need to have an advance payment of one hundred thousand dollars.”

The woman paused for a moment and smiled, “This could be acceptable. Almost everyone who came here needs money urgently.” She scanned Kate’s face again. “It depends on if you are worthy of it.”

Three days later, Kate appeared in the hotel for the third time.