"Sanchez, do you copy?"
"What's wrong, Jack?"
"It went just as you predicted, but now I'm at a standstill."
"If you're still inside that bill, you'd better get out of there. You wouldn't want to be crushed inside the bill counter, although I'm not sure if that could happen."
"Yeah, I can imagine that too, but I need to know where they're sending the money."
"They send the money to a private bank, one run by the mafia. No matter how small the amount, they always send it there."
Okay, now you know that they don't send that money to the club, and you're wondering if Rachel is the one who goes to the bank to deposit it.
You move through the wad of bills and you manage to see that Rachel is not alone since she is accompanied by several men with a large bag on the floor, probably there they keep the money, hmm, are they from some separate organization? You had understood that this group was mostly women, although of course that is not something totally guaranteed.
You're left wondering what to do next when suddenly one of the prostitutes approaches the table and hands over a large roll of bills.
"I need you to stay after this," Rachel says as she takes the money from the woman. She just nods as she walks away.
It seems like there's going to be a chat soon, so you still have some time before Rachel leaves.
As you continue moving, you think that climbing Rachel's hand might be risky, so when you reach the edge, you take out your swing gun (a terrible name), aim, and fire the rope, It gets stick in Rachel's fat stomach and after that you jump.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit."
Your body falls at great speed, but finally, your body collides with Rachel's, landing on her thigh. You have no way to activate your gloves, so you'll rely on your own strength to keep from falling while holding onto your gun.
"Jack? Do you copy? Jack? I got a message from Miss Hensley. If you use the gun, there's a button on the handle. If you press it, the rope will cut."
And she had to tell you now? Well, better late than never. The wait was a bit long, but it seems Rachel has finally counted everyone's money.
"And that's it, you can all get out of here."
Just hearing Rachel's voice, you can imagine she must be someone who's always in a bad mood. The guys started collecting the money and putting it in the bag, while she just took out her cell phone. You looked at Rachel's appearance. She was big and taller compared to the people you'd seen at your new height. You could tell she was a bit fat, but not too much. Plus, you couldn't see her face because her stomach was tight because of her shirt, and her huge breasts were monstrous.
Finally, the room is empty except for the prostitute, who stayed behind on Rachel's orders. She approaches.
"So, about the vaca-"
"Shhh, not now, let's go to the SUV." Rachel starts to move. Your entire vision begins to move as you try not to let go. A door opens, and you barely notice you're in the parking lot. Rachel takes the keys out of her back pocket, and as she presses them, an aqua-blue Volkswagen T-Cross sounds. It's clear Rachel gets paid very well. She opens the passenger door. Her companion is about to get in when suddenly Rachel's large hand slaps her companion's ass, Rachel letting out a small laugh.
After she closes the door, she goes to the driver's door, but as she starts to get into the car, you press the button to cut the cord and fall into a cup holder located between the driver's and passenger seats. The most surprising thing is that it barely hurt. Maybe this ant suit will help you.
Soon, you see Rachel sit down, and the sound of the seat squeaking fills your ears. This continues as she tries to get comfortable.
"I never liked these seats," Rachel says as she finishes getting settled and starts the vehicle.
"You've done very well so far, Adella. If you keep this up, you'll have your spot secured."
"So, about the vacancy?"
"It's done, but first I want to get some food. Counting all that money made me hungry, and then we'll go to the club for your final interview. Even if I recommended you for the vancancy myself, you need to show them you're trustworthy."
"I really appreciate you helping me with this."
"You don't have to. You worked really hard and showed me you're worthy of that position. If all goes well, you won't have to work on the streets anymore, and your life will be easier."
"Even so, I really appreciate it."
Rachel is strange. At first, she seemed grumpy, but now she's acting nice?.
"Jack, do you copy?" It was Officer Sanchez.
"Yes, I copy. Everything went well. I'm with Rachel now, and we'll be heading to the club in a bit. But she's not alone. One of the prostitutes named Adella is accompanying her for a final interview at the club. Do you know anything about that?"
"Not much. Even if someone sent a job application, they never responded, not even to emails or calls. Maybe this is their way of recruiting employees."
"Do you think the mastermind will be there?"
"For the interview? I highly doubt it, Jack. Even so, you could go with Adella and find out about the manager."
Maybe Sanchez is right. What are the chances that the mastermind is the one interviewing Adella?
"And will you be with me at the interview?" Adella asks.
"I'm afraid not. I have other things to attend in the place, but when I'm done, I'll come to see you."
Now that you have time, you can observe Adella's appearance. She's blonde, and from her appearance, you'd say she's about 26 years old. Also, judging by what you saw when she handed over the money, she has light green eyes.
Okay, now it's best to move before Rachel arrives for the food and puts her drink in the cup holder, but the question is, who should I go with?
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