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8. THE WEIRDO
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2024-10-29 19:42:56["Someone came to me a few hours ago and said he was your brother."
That was the explanation she received from Rose after she was dumbfounded by the woman's sudden question when she was about to leave the office.
She looked confused, but she managed to answer, “I'm the only child in my family, boss. I don't have any brothers or sisters.”
It was the most honest answer she could give the woman sitting behind the desk. In her family, she only lived with her mother because her father died a long time ago due to illness. Even her mother was now hospitalized, and she sure didn't have any siblings at home.
"But that guy looks pretty sure he's your brother," Rose replied. “He even insisted that you use an alias now, and he also said that your real name is Elena. More than that, he also foolishly said that I had kidnapped you and said that he would report me to the police because of that.”
Vivian was even more confused after hearing her boss's next explanation. "Elena?" She parroted. "I've never heard that name before, boss. And you know that I currently use my real name, right? You said all the girls here need to use our real names because you're too lazy to remember alias and real names, and that's why I've been using my real name since two years ago. Don't you believe me?"
There was fear in her heart that her boss didn't believe her. She knew her boss was the cruel type who really hated it if someone dared to lie to her, and that was why she honestly explained everything to the older woman.
She didn't receive an instant reply from the older woman, but then she could hear how the woman sighed heavily before saying, "Maybe he mistook you for someone else, or he's simply just a scammer." She once again picked up her cigarette and no longer looked at the young girl. “You can go home now, but if you run into that freak outside this place, I won't be held responsible.”]
That was the conversation between her and her boss before she left the brothel, and that was another thing Vivian didn't like about this place. Once a prostitute left the building, her boss wouldn't be held responsible if anything happened to her, and that was why it was practically unsafe out there.
However, Vivian had been doing this job for two years, and nothing had happened to her after she left the brothel building, and that was why she only nodded at her boss before finally stepping out of her office.
She had her jacket on to cover her upper body, but her thighs and legs were exposed, and that was why she was immediately greeted by a chill as soon as she stepped out of the building. All she could do was tighten her grip on her jacket, and she walked away from the building.
When she arrived at the alley next to the building, she was surprised when a man suddenly blocked her way. No, it wasn't actually a deserted alley since quite a number of people were passing through it, and that was why Vivian had never encountered any danger in the past two years when she passed through it.
But tonight her steps were suddenly blocked by an unknown man, and she felt wary as she silently observed the man's appearance. The man was not very tall, maybe only two or three centimeters taller than her when it was written on her profile in the catalog that she was 170 cm. The man's hair was short and curly, and he had a fairly wide face that somehow didn't match his short stature.
But, Vivian knew that this was not the right time to judge the man's appearance when she suddenly heard the man speak, "Why are you pretending to be someone else, Elena?"
This was Vivian's second time hearing that name, and she frowned before replying, “So, you were the one who came to our boss and threatened her that you would sue her for kidnapping me? I think you mistook me for someone else, sir. I'm not Elena, and you should look for her elsewhere.”
Vivian was exhausted, and she also felt uncomfortable all over because of her intimate activities with her customer tonight. Her sweat and the man's sweat stuck to her body, even the dried sperm was still around her inner thighs as she only planned to clean herself up later at home.
She lived fairly close to the Red District. Even if she just walked to her house, it would only take her less than ten minutes, and that was why she didn't bother cleaning herself up in the brothel, thinking that it would be better for her if she could leave the place as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, an obstacle stood in her way tonight, and she assumed that the man was indeed the weirdo her boss had previously mentioned.
And even if Vivian had tried to explain the actual situation to the man, it seemed the man had turned deaf as he smirked before replying, “It would be impossible if I failed to recognize my little sister. Even if you've cut your hair short, your face, your eyes, your nose, and your lips are still the same, and that's why you can't fool me, you stupid girl.”
The man said that she cut her hair short? What kind of bullshit was that? In recent years, she had been comfortable with short hair, and that was why she stuck with it instead of letting her hair grow out. Hence, she knew that the man had mistaken her for someone else.
However, before she could reprimand the man once more, the man suddenly opened his mouth again to say, “Just because you refused to marry an old man, you ran away from home. Don't you think you're too stupid, Elena? The man may be old, but he is very rich, and you can get everything from him if you marry him. So, just go home now, and I'm sure you'll be happier with that mountain of money that you will have later."
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