The woman closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was going to be difficult. She picked up the chair and put it next to the table. The sense of unease about the condition of the chair just wasn't leaving her. How many had sat on this chair before her? And what kind of people?
Otrahun watched her squirm in discomfort and even though it was fun to watch, he needed her to start talking so he could get done with her and get to his house for some much-needed sleep. He took out his handkerchief from his back pocket and offered it to her.
She took the handkerchief and opened it up. There was a stain right in one corner of the cloth and one side was almost a dirty black. She held the piece of cloth like it was a dead animal and she was tasked with disposing off the carcass.
"Oh, crud." she said and gave the handkerchief back to Otrahun who folded it and put it back in his pocket. She took a deep breath and sat down on the chair, only at the edge though and the rest of her almost hovered in the air.
"I don't like this, I don't like you, and I don't want to be here right now. But because this is important, I am going to be quick."
Otrahun scooped a spoonful of noodles and soup and slurped it like the animal that he was. He motioned with the spoon for her to continue.
"You are a fucking anomaly in this world. There is literally no one that would miss you if you disappeared from the face of the planet tomorrow. And because the world is in danger, we are in need of people like you. We pay handsomely."
"How many zeroes are we talking about?"
"Enough to help you retire if you can help us in saving the world."
Otrahun sliced an egg with his spoon and chomped down on it. He thought for a moment. He hated his job, he hated his life, and he was not looking forward to going to office come Monday. And if the world was ending, he might as well spend the time doing something different for a change.
He nodded to himself as the woman kept looking at him with urgency in her eyes.
"Sounds good to me, but there is one thing that I want to know."
"Shoot," the woman said as she started to get up from the chair.
"What's your name?"
Otrahun watched her squirm in discomfort and even though it was fun to watch, he needed her to start talking so he could get done with her and get to his house for some much-needed sleep. He took out his handkerchief from his back pocket and offered it to her.
She took the handkerchief and opened it up. There was a stain right in one corner of the cloth and one side was almost a dirty black. She held the piece of cloth like it was a dead animal and she was tasked with disposing off the carcass.
"Oh, crud." she said and gave the handkerchief back to Otrahun who folded it and put it back in his pocket. She took a deep breath and sat down on the chair, only at the edge though and the rest of her almost hovered in the air.
"I don't like this, I don't like you, and I don't want to be here right now. But because this is important, I am going to be quick."
Otrahun scooped a spoonful of noodles and soup and slurped it like the animal that he was. He motioned with the spoon for her to continue.
"You are a fucking anomaly in this world. There is literally no one that would miss you if you disappeared from the face of the planet tomorrow. And because the world is in danger, we are in need of people like you. We pay handsomely."
"How many zeroes are we talking about?"
"Enough to help you retire if you can help us in saving the world."
Otrahun sliced an egg with his spoon and chomped down on it. He thought for a moment. He hated his job, he hated his life, and he was not looking forward to going to office come Monday. And if the world was ending, he might as well spend the time doing something different for a change.
He nodded to himself as the woman kept looking at him with urgency in her eyes.
"Sounds good to me, but there is one thing that I want to know."
"Shoot," the woman said as she started to get up from the chair.
"What's your name?"
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