Two: Must be crazy
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Maybe she was missing an opportunity here, asking too many questions and doubting the woman. It all just seemed fast basically plotless, meaning the woman was definitely acting out of impulse.
What skill did she see enough to hire her for what ever job she had in mind.
“I’m sorry but can you say that again.”
“I hired you, now let’s go.”
Pulling her arm out the woman’s grip she shook her head. “You don’t know me.”
“And?” the woman she still didn’t know her name till this point shrugged.
“I stole your purse!”
If a human being could kindly smack the woman in the head twice and repeat her exactly words three times right of this moment, she would highly appreciate it.
Because it didn’t seem to phase the woman one bit—crazy, exactly what Ivet thought.
“A roof, decent modes of payment and food.” she stated staring up from her three held out fingers.
“I don’t get.” rubbing her chin she stared back and forth between the woman’s fingers and her face.
“That is what I’m offering you.”
“I stole your purse!” Ivet repeated almost shouting at the woman. It was a bit frustrating not getting your point understood even if it was useless.
“Exactly why you need to say yes.”
“That is exactly why you shouldn’t hire me.” Ivet urged waving her arms back and forth.
“You talk too much.” with that said the woman walked away not even sparing Ivet a glance.
“Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” no reply or even a glance which only meant she had to follow, no questions asked.
“Woman!”
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“I’m just supposed to come in then do what?” she mumbled under her breath staring at the building sign ‘Books’, yep that was the name alright.
Glancing over to the woman by the door she noticed she wasn’t standing by it anymore, she had slipped in and didn’t even tell Ivet about it.
“This is the store you’ll be running when I am not around.” the woman’s voice sounded once she stepped into the building.
The right side had shelves full of books, it was a book store as she had thought—the name books sort of did give it away.
To the left was the employee window she guessed she was stand behind.
“That is the Kitchen.” pointing towards the closed door behind the table right behind the little work window she nodded.
Soon after she was following the woman up the stairs. Seriously she needed to know her name, she couldn’t continuously keep complaining about her and call her woman.
That woman this, woman that—very odd.
“That room is yours.” pointing at the opposite door she gave Ivet a glare. “This one don’t ever enter even if I’m dying or screaming, don’t do it.”
“Where are you going?” Ivet asked grabbing the woman by the arm.
Displeased she was. Staring down to Ivet’s then straight in her eyes she tilted her head.
“Are we married?”
Withdrawing her hand Ivet smirked leaning against the wall. “Would you like to be?”
Yet again, displeasure. Clearing her throat she shook her head, that glare wasn’t one to play around with. “I mean no, why ask.”
“You keeping asking where I’m going like a dutiful wife. Don’t worry I’m not out cheating.”
Going down the stairs she left Ivet upstairs in a unfamiliar environment even with the shitty tour given.
Rushing down after her Ivet jumped the last two step then shouted;
“What am I supposed to do here?”
Stopping the lady before she went out. “Stuff?” she shrugged picking a hat from the counter.
“And if I steal?”
“Again with the stealing.”
It was quick but she caught the woman rolling her eyes. “If you are so fond of stealing why don’t you.” then she walked out—leaving her building in the hands of a thief, amazing.
Ivet scoffed crossing her arms;
“She is crazy.”
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“You are hired.” Ivet mimicked in the woman’s voice while making herself her sandwich. “You give me a roof and a place to sleep but not the food!”
She waited for the woman to show up again but she waited and waited and got tired, plus time waited for no one and she wasn’t getting less hungry.
Three sandwiches in a plate and a drink she walked out the kitchen doing a little dance.
She could eat to her hearts desire as long as she was here.
Her plan was to peaceful eat this meal in her given room but being tackled once she was out the kitchen wasn’t the picture.
She didn’t see it either.
All she felt was the agonising pain on her back and the liquid quietly soaking her clean shirt. Not really hers but anyway—she found it so it was hers, it was in her room after all.
“What the f**k!” she cussed glaring at the woman half asleep.
“Oh I live with someone now.” she mumbled yawning.
“Huh!?”
“I thought you were a thief.”
“I am!”
“Well, sleep well.” patting her knee she walked up the stairs leaving Ivet still laying on the floor.
“Ouch!” that was to no luck at all. Standing up her back ached, stretching seemed to make it a lot worse.“My back!” she cried her back hunched.
That wasn’t only it, her sandwiches were a no save mostly the drink that happened to be on her instead of being in her.
“My food!”
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