Chapter 3: Part-time Jobs

“No, sir, no... don't use it like that, you will still get pregnant. I mean, your woman will still get pregnant. We… should follow the instructions for use from the manufacturer. Use below, not above.” The manager calmly explained as soon as he ran over and heard the staff quickly explain everything.

I raised my hand to wipe the sweat that was pouring from my forehead. I wonder how many condoms Ryan has eaten? Is his digestive system still good? Are his teeth buffalo teeth? Is his stomach a mill?

I guess it's very chewy. I didn't expect that the man I once had sex with would have such creepy hobbies.

Luckily, I was quick to escape him in time. He has helped me and my colleagues broaden our understanding.

Ryan's eyes moved away from my face and looked down at his hands. I saw him a bit stunned, his hands were shaking, and his ears were red.

He quickly put everything in his pocket and cleared his throat a few times.

“I wanted to buy candy, but I mistakenly got this one.” He took the candy box, gave it to me, and said.

I quickly printed out an invoice for Ryan and received the money from him. I wanted to laugh, but because I was in the process of being promoted and needed a lot of professionalism, I tried my best not to laugh.

Fortunately, I had a mask to help. I guess my face is distorted like a monster right now.

It seemed like Ryan was very embarrassed. After taking the chance, he walked away as fast as the wind.

I silently thanked him because if he walked a little slower, he would hear endless laughter ringing out behind him, and we would forever be employees here, without dreaming of becoming managers.

“What are you guys laughing at? Are you guys having fun? How do you arrange the goods so that customers can take them by mistake? Re-arrange, quickly re-arrange.” The manager shouted.

I know she just shouted like that, but she's no better than us, as evidenced by her contorted face, using all her facial muscles to suppress her smile.

However, we still followed her advice and separated the two goods into two places, one hand's distance apart.

These are all newly produced and launched products, so they are placed here for staff to advertise to customers.

After Ryan left, I also took off my mask and continued my work.

Fortunately, he was mistaken and didn't like chewing condoms like I thought. Luckily, he didn't discover me. This time, it was probably just a chance meeting.

I guess Ryan will be embarrassed and won't stop by here anymore. Along this not-too-long road, there are many convenience stores and department stores.

“Just now, I thought he was going to take off his pants and put on a condom right in front of us. The first time, I was so scared that I couldn't speak.” A female employee whispered loudly enough for the whole group to hear.

“I was about to call the police. When he said he wanted to eat it, I was about to call the mental hospital. Luckily, he just took it by mistake.” The cashier standing next to me also spoke up.

Today, it seems like time passes faster. By the time everyone and I had just placed the newly arrived goods on the shelves and put them in the warehouse, the clock also struck ten o'clock at night.

After taking off my apron, I hurriedly left with everyone.

In front of the apartment door, there is a large bag, inside which are leaflets that need to be distributed tomorrow. I opened the door and pulled it inside.

Yes, this is also my job. I want to make money and make a lot of money.

Handing out leaflets, drinking for the directors, pretending to be the girlfriend of single guys whose parents are forcing them to get married, cleaning the house, and giving baby showers... are all part of my job.

In short, I do whatever anyone asks me to do, as long as I get paid.

Temporarily putting all thoughts aside, I fell into bed, slept until five in the morning, and then jumped up again like a totter, continuing my journey to make money.

Because I didn't have money, my parents passed away from illness one after another, which became my obsession.

I chose the corner of the intersection, stood right at the traffic light, and distributed leaflets to each group of people stopping and waiting for the light to turn green.

Seeing a car's windshield rolled down, I quickly held out the leaflet, and the person inside immediately took it.

His hands are very beautiful, slim, long, with clear joints, looking like the hands of a surgeon.

He continued to reach out his hand, and I quickly handed him another leaflet.

The third time, I jumped back onto the curb and didn't give it to him anymore.

Is this guy planning to collect paper to sell to the scrap store? I'm a very conscientious worker, otherwise, I'd be done by now.

After completing the morning's work, I stopped at a beverage shop to buy a glass of sugarcane juice and sat down to rest.

The chat box on the phone screen displays a message from the broker. He said there was a man who needed me to pretend to be his girlfriend to meet his parents, the location was a five-star restaurant right in the city center, and the time was noon tomorrow.

Returning home, I quickly memorized the interests, strengths, and weaknesses as well as the education level, work, and relationships of my customers.

“Master of banking, thirty years old, monthly salary, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight zeros. Not bad, why is he still single?” I looked at the handsome face in the photo, clicked my tongue, and wondered.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, I appeared at the department store again. Today, customers suddenly arrived in large numbers at this time.

I had just given a bag of groceries and change to a customer when a handsome face suddenly appeared in my field of vision. He looks quite similar to Ryan.

“Hello, may I help you?” I smiled brightly and asked.

“I went to buy watermelon, but I don't know which fruit is delicious.” The man answered.

“Ah, the watermelons here are selected watermelons, all of them are delicious. There are types with a lot of water and not much sweetness, mainly used to quench thirst, and there are types with less water but very sweet. Whichever type you want, I will choose for you.” I replied.

He nodded and told me to get him a watermelon to quench his thirst.

It wasn't until he left that I remembered I had seen him in the newspaper. He is Ryan's older brother, David, one of the two bright heirs of the Southern Group, holding the position of deputy general director of this group.

Putting the rich people out of my mind, I began to reflect on the information surrounding the customer.

This afternoon, he and I also talked on the phone, and agreed on the timeline, the place where we first met, my profession, and a few memorable memories that were not real, so that his parents would not get suspicious.

When dawn came again, I went out to distribute leaflets.

Near noon, I returned to the apartment, took a shower, put on light makeup, put on a simple, elegant white dress, and went to the meeting place.

Thanks to these substitute jobs, I was constantly able to eat at luxury restaurants with meals that were more than my monthly salary at the department store.

“You are Alisa, right?” A handsome guy walked up to me and asked as soon as I entered the main lobby.

“Yes, are you Jack?”

“Right. You look much more beautiful than in the photo. Let's go, my parents are sitting over there.”

“Let's get into character.” I put my arm around his arm and smiled.