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“Are… do you need something?” You ask, confused as to why she’s acting even somewhat decent towards you. You notice the redhead looking around, shiftily. You are afraid to ask any further. A few awkward moments pass and she tugs down your head, however not with any cruel intent.

“Hide me.” She whispers into your ear. In your peripheral vision, you can make out a look of genuineness on her face.

“From wha—”

“The manager. She— long story short: I pissed her off. I know I know. Big surprise.” She moves a bit more to your left, you notice, making herself scarce to the majority of the pool.

Suddenly, reality hits you again. “Why the fuck should I help you?”

“I— I’ll lay off you. Alright? I’ll remove you from the targets.” She seems to be telling the truth. Not to mention, her expression and tone have shown no fraudulence so far. It’s just so… out of character.

“I’m gonna need more assurance than that. Your word doesn’t mean shit to me.” You feel cold hearted say that, but you feel it was the right move.

“Fine. I’ve got a fifty in my car. It’s in the glovebox. Help me to get there unnoticed and it’s yours.” She squirms slightly, moving more into your shadow. You know she’s rich enough for that to make sense. And because of that, you have made your decision.