Toxic Bond

Chapter 5: You're Just a Convict Now

The attractive woman frowned and glanced at Lisa, not asking any further questions. She stood up and said, "Alright, go make a photocopy of your ID card."

As she walked to the door in her 15-centimeter high heels, she suddenly stopped and turned to warn Lisa, "Lisa, do you know why I'm making an exception and hiring you?"

Not expecting a response from Lisa, she continued, "You said something right, Lisa. If you can sell something, you definitely will. If you can't, you just have to accept your fate and do what you can do.

So many people twice your age still don't understand this principle. They desperately scheme and think they can challenge the heavens, but in reality, they are overreaching and never truly understand what they are worth.

You are willing to face yourself and understand what you can do. A person who knows what they can do, I believe, also knows what they cannot do."

Saying this, the attractive woman narrowed her eyes, "Lisa, Zero is not just any entertainment club."

Lisa remained calm and unhurried, "I know. I have a bad voice. I won't speak casually." By not speaking casually, she won't speak out of turn.

The attractive woman nodded with great satisfaction. Normally, she wouldn't give new employees any advice. Anyone daring to work at Zero had to be mentally prepared.

She didn't expect to make an exception for a cleaner today.

Although she held a high position at Zero, in this dazzling metropolis, how many of the powerful and wealthy could she afford to offend?... Once you enter Zero, you should learn the "rules".

What to say and what not to say, what to do and what not to do.

"About the manager..." Lisa hesitated a bit, "I don't have a place to live."

The attractive woman said, "Call me Mary from now on," and then took out her phone and made a call, "Come here, I've just hired a cleaner. Take her to the staff dormitory." After hanging up, she tossed a sentence to Lisa:

"Come to work tomorrow."

And then she left Lisa alone there.

Lisa looked at the employment report in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief... She wouldn't have to sleep on the streets tonight.

Lisa had been working at Zero for three months now.

When night fell, this overly bustling city was lit up with neon lights, dazzling people's hearts.

Lisa had just cleaned up the vomit of a drunken young lady. Although her movements were slow, she was still efficient. She lit some incense again and placed it in the corner.

The mop in her hand swept through the individual private restrooms, and she finally arrived at the last one, which was also the place where she kept her cleaning tools and took a break during her spare time.

Everything looked neat and orderly.

The waiter who had brought her here had long since disappeared, and Lisa didn't mind. After tidying up her mop and bucket, she sat in the cubicle and daydreamed.

Lisa, it's all Mr. Brown's idea.

Lisa, you are nothing now. Your proud family background is gone, your charming beauty is gone, your excellent education is gone. You are just a criminal now!

Lisa, be obedient and do as you are told. Don't resist us. Mr. Brown has instructed us to "entertain" you well.

Lisa, why does a convict who has been to prison need two kidneys? Give one away and it could save someone. It would be just right to atone for the innocent people you have harmed.

Lisa... give up, stop struggling...

Those voices were like spells, and those distorted, hideous faces were impossible to get rid of no matter how hard Lisa tried to drive them away.

"Lisa, come out, VIP room 606 on the sixth floor." The door of the cubicle was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and the waiter frowned, urging Lisa to hurry up, "Come on, dawdling. The top model in the venue doesn't have a bigger attitude than you."

Lisa was usually quiet and did whatever she was told. Even if someone bullied her on purpose, she never talked back or argued. This was an open secret in the venue. Anyone who was in a bad mood could "vent" on Lisa.

"The VIP room is the responsibility of the hostesses," Lisa simply stated the fact, but to the waiter, it sounded like "rebellion." His face immediately turned cold, and he folded his arms, "The guest threw up. You want Luna to do such a disgusting job?"

Luna couldn't do something disgusting, but Lisa could. The waiter didn't care if his words hurt Lisa.

Sure enough, Lisa didn't argue. She just made an "oh" sound, her expressionless demeanor making the waiter even more disdainful of her.

Lisa lowered her eyelids and followed the waiter into the elevator. She was suddenly pushed out of the elevator. Lisa was puzzled. The waiter looked at her with disgust, "What are you doing? Take the fire escape stairs up. It's not high, only six floors. Perfect," the waiter scornfully glanced at Lisa, "Lose some weight."

Lisa was not fat. In fact, she was extremely thin. But every day at work, she wore a thick layer of clothes that made her look clumsy and heavy.

It was clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for Lisa. Anyone else would have argued, but this was Lisa. The waiter was certain that there would be no argument.

Sure enough, Lisa obediently went to climb the stairs. As the elevator door closed, the waiter contemptuously curled his lip. What a wimp.

The dimly lit stairwell was quiet except for Lisa's footsteps.

This was the fire escape, the emergency staircase, which was generally not used. People usually took the express elevator to go up and down. The dim and ambiguous light here had another use besides emergency escape—it was a place for secret affairs.

Lisa's steps were slow as she climbed up one step at a time. When she reached halfway up the fifth floor, she was a bit tired. She stopped to rest on the half-step, and then she heard a moan, a sound that was both soft and breathy... Lisa's heart "thumped" and she looked up to see a man pinning a woman against the staircase, kissing her in a passionate and ambiguous manner.

From her angle, Lisa could see the woman's back and half of the man's profile.