A "Common" Cleaning Service (2)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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Comfortable in her tight leather jeans with a red dress shirt, her necklace was dangling, and her four-inch heel boots were creating these clicks as she walked, Young Mirae took a straight to the reception area.

Pulling a dozen eyes as she halted to her destination, she recited the code which the man directed she should tell the receptionist.

And just as what the man perceived, after saying the given code, the receptionist shot Young Mirae a suspicious look before questioning, "...Can I get your name, please?"

"Ah, yes. My name is Baek Sunhi," was her reply. It caused the receptionist to look through the computer on her desk.

Watching the receptionist's lips tinted with dark wine lipstick parted, Young Mirae heard her say, "Oh, you are the one sent by Mr. Hwang Joon. The President was expecting your arrival, but sadly she had to go home early and rest after attending a late meeting yesterday."

The receptionist called someone who wore a uniform and resumed, "I will have you assisted by this person. She shall explain everything about the 'work' and—"

Although Young Mirae hated to interrupt the woman, she simply could no longer hold the need to relieve herself. Hence, she built the courage to raise a hand and interjected, "Um, can I take a quick visit to the comfort room?"

"Of course, Ms. Baek."

The receptionist nodded.

The female employee summoned by the receptionist recognized her gesture and instructed, "This way, please. I will show you the comfort room."

Young Mirae followed behind her tracks, which led her to the second floor of the building. Surveying the place, she contemplated if the company had a low number of employees as she hardly saw a living soul in the hallway.

"The comfort room on the first floor is unavailable right now, so you can use the one inside the locker room," break the female employee. She halted before the door leading to the locker room and opened it. "I'll be waiting for you outside."

With a nod as a response, Young Mirae marched inside and hurried to the comfort room.

And ah, at last, she had finally relieved herself.

Phew.

In her haste to bring out the liquid from her, she could not examine the locker room in which she entered. She only had a chance to do so after she finished doing her business.

The surprisingly small tiled floor locker room was squeaky clean. The fixed metal lockers leaned on the wall while there were two long upholstered benches placed at the center. Everything appeared glimmering to her eyes, just as she expected from a cleaning service company.

Young Mirae left the locker room after taking a few glances.

As she went out, assuming to see the person who guided her to the room, the female employee was nowhere in sight. Young Mirae waited for the employee to come, thinking she must have gone to fetch something.

"What are you doing here? This is a restricted area for non-personnel. Who are you?"

The second Young Mirae lifted her gaze, a woman took her by surprise. She wore the same uniform as the female employee who escorted her to the locker room.

"I just went to use the comfort room," remarked Young Mirae. "Ah, and I'm new here."

Was it safe for her to say that? She made it sound like she was already an employee. Preferably, she needed to meet the president first before she could get the job.

Ah, whatever.

"What are you idling? Why aren't you in your uniform?"

"I...still haven't received my uniform." Young Mirae swallowed her saliva before lying. She feared that she would make it obvious, worried that she could get caught from inventing.

The woman stood six-foot-tall — ten centimeters difference from Young Mirae's height without her four-inch heel boots on — and proceeded on shooting her with dubious gazes.

A bit moment from pondering, she went and stepped inside the locker room. The time she came back to Young Mirae, she was holding a uniform in hand.

"Use this," she directed, passing the azure cloth in her possession. "Do you have something to do today? Are you occupied?"

"Ah, I have nothing to do."

Young Mirae gladly accepted the uniform. She lifted her chin again to match her gaze, yet she saw the woman looking somewhere else. Shifting her head, she noticed another employee pacing toward their direction.

With a wave of a hand, the woman called for the employee. "Nam Hiah!"

"Yes?" Another employee showed up with a name tag pinned on her chest: Nam Hiah.

"Here, another recruit for your team. Aren't you looking for one?"

Young Mirae paired the judgmental pair of eyeballs which she fancied to pull from their sockets. What was wrong with these people, shooting her with dubious gazes? Did they usually do this to the recruits?

"...I suppose I am." Nam Hiah took her time to let out a reply.

Sensing a hand on her shoulder, Young Mirae heard the six-foot-tall woman questioned, "When is your team leaving, Nam Hiah?"

"We've prepared almost everything needed. We'll be leaving in five minutes."

A smile crept on the woman's lips while her hand was constantly patting Young Mirae's shoulder. "Perfect! Then bring this girl along!" she cheered.

"Huh?" Both Young Mirae and Nam Hiah simultaneously returned.

Young Mirae did not expect someone would place her in a team that early. She was hoping to attend an interview, but it seemed the situation sped up behind her back.

The bored straight expression displayed to Nam Hiah says it otherwise. At first, the whites in her eyes showed prominently. However, they soon returned to their original guise and moved onward.

"Sure thing," was the dread answer from Nam Hiah.