It's not like I have a choice.

I mean, what are the other options? You're completely broke. This is probably your only chance to free yourself from your debts and go on with your life.

You get home. You take a bath and brush your hair and teeth. After getting nice and clean you get to your room and open your wardrobe. Sighting, you grab the only suit you have and put it on. You check yourself in the mirror; I look like I'm about to sell myself, you think, and the thought makes you feel sick.

You pick your phone, then think better and put it back. He told me not to call.

When you get to the adress, you're quite shocked with just how big the place is. It's intimidating.

Part of you is starting you panick. I didn't know it would be that big. Maybe that wasn't a good idea. You're not sure if you want to be put in another mess. Your hold in the card tightens, your hands sweating. It's now or never.