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Chapter #3
Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained.
by: Unknown
The application was plain. It was simply the best way to describe it. The other applications you both went through ran the gambit. Zoey’s had been brutally honest in just how much of a ditz and far out she was, flat out asking if you were an elf and could fix her shoes. Cassies read out like many an email you had to send to professors respectfully requesting assistance but being sure to emphasize the perks of working with such a lustrous Sorority. There were many MANY pictures of her and her ‘sisters’ posing and looking as though they were having a brilliant time. You could smell the bull coming off the applications Vivan’s mom put in. Alyssa was easily able to find her social media and… Best not to focus on that one.
From hot moms to bratty teens and everything in-between everyone told a story either directly or through clues. All but Jasmin’s! “My name is Jasmin, I am a college student working on my masters in need of assistance with English. I am willing to pay above the stated price. Please contact this number for further discussion. ###-###-####” Then a photo of a young tank skinned woman dressed in a cap and gown. Alyssa would lean forward gently smushing you as she pulls up her notes. “I looked for the number and found it’s international. I tried to reverse image search MISS professor here and found nothing. BUT I spent a good long while looking through stock photo sites and couldn’t find a match either. Even asked some friends to look and the search turned up empty. It has to be a real photo… But of WHOOM can’t really be said.” You stared at the smiling face. Then back down to the promise of extra pay. … eh why the hell not. Its plainness already trigged all the alarm bells in both your heads. “I’d like to give it a call.” Aslyssa looked down at you with a firm frown. “Ya sure? Its PPRREETTYY SKETCHY!” you just nod and shrug. “yeah, and we can blatantly see It is. But what’s the hurt in just… you know… poking our heads in and seeing what’s up. What the hell could possibly happen by just asking.” Alyssa looked down at you and just shrugged. “Your funeral.”
Punching in the numbers you would stand between your headset speakers, gripping the microphone stem in anticipation.
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