A "Common" Cleaning Service (3)

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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She watched it unfold with an unwavering gaze. The sun was bidding a farewell, bringing along its tangerine gold blanket. The covenant to end the day summoned the mauve of the dusky sky.

Her lips pushed forward, Young Mirae appeared pouting while her ass sunk on the backseat, clothed with the coverall light blue uniform the woman gave her, quiet as she viewed the road.

This was what she hated the most when working, forced to wear a uniform that looked boring. Urgh, the coverall did not look pleasing to her eyes at all! It ruined her outfit for the day!

'Maybe not entirely, 'cause I still look cute with my four-inch heel boots.'

And this other thing that her ears could not help but listen to was aggravating. The two people in the same coverall uniform were conveying as though Young Mirae was not inside the van along with them.

"I don't know why you were looking for someone. We'll do fine with just the two of us," ranted the male employee driving the van. The tag pinned on his chest displayed his name: Nam Hana.

Young Mirae was neither welcome nor appreciated by the other member. Jokes on him, she did not wish to work immediately nor desired to be on the same team with him.

Perhaps, Young Mirae should not have lied to the six-foot-tall woman. In the first place, she did not understand why she said those lies. But regardless, this might be perfect to observe the stuff they do.

If she disliked it, she would not hesitate to wag them with the finger and leave.

"There's nothing wrong with adding. And are you sure we can handle today's clean up? We will need an extra pair of hands," pointed back Nam Hiah.

What a relief. This meant Young Mirae's stay in the team could be temporary because they needed extra help. Given that Nam Hiah picked a random person at the last minute, she must have been desperate.

"If you don't mind me asking. Where are we going? Are we going to clean a house this evening or something?" Young Mirae probed. She looked away from the window and fronted the rear-view mirror, where she saw the two personalities matched her gaze.

They went silent.

Her senses told her that the atmosphere inside the van became vastly quiet and neurotic after inquiring. Did she say something wrong that made them speechless?

Seconds later, Young Mirae saw the male employee shaking his head dramatically.

"...Oh, no. Your boy brought a clueless yellow-bellied," he whickered.

"I did not," was Nam Hiah's defense. Yet Young Mirae caught the tone in her voice and exhibited the uncertainty in her answer. "How was she able to step on the second floor in the first place, if she knew nothing about the cleanups?"

"She could have sneaked her way there."

And abruptly, they went silent again.

Their stillness was much more solid and different from how it was earlier. Young Mirae sensed something was going on, but she did not know what it was. Was it because of something she had said or did they figure out that she lied about being a newly hired employee?

Despite she could not guess which, she did not fail to sense the killing intent released by Nam Hiah. Also, it did not take a while when the male employee parked the van from the road and coated the tense surrounding inside with the same intent as the other.

"Ha-ha, are we doing this?" Young Mirae could not hold herself and chuckled, regardless. Her eyes squinted in a smile.

The cleanup. What kind of cleaning was it that caused them to behave this indefinitely?

Her eyebrows brought up high, she waited for them to move. Her glares shot directly to the two pairs of fierce eyes in the mirror. A moment of stillness, no one dared to budge from their seats.

With a fix of the rear-view mirror, the other pair of eyeballs left the picture. Young Mirae and Nam Hiah continued to match each other's looks. "You seemed calm. How did you gain access to the second floor?"

"Someone guided me there. I told them I want to use the comfort room and pee."

"Someone did?" The surprise to Nam Hiah's voice prevailed.

"Yeah. Actually, it was a customer from the bar I worked for who escorted me. I forgot his name, but it was like Joon or something. Yeah, I think he's Hwang Joon."

The second she confessed the reason for her pay of visit, Nam Hana interjected by saying, "You... Whose bar?"

"Grand Dog's. He's kinda my grand-gran."

Awful, how awful that it just came from her lips. That nickname simply did not have a style on it and it sounded too childish!

"So, there's no need to take your weapons out, guys. Just tell me where are we going?"

Thin noises rustled between the breaking stillness when Young Mirae shot her appease. She knew that Nam Hana had a knife in hand, judging from the thin whistle it created when he attempted to pull it from his pocket.

"In the port of Incheon." Nam Hiah smoothly slid her hand from the glove compartment while speaking.

One possessed a knife while the other hid her gun. They were not ordinary employees from a typical "cleaning service".

"Our job is to wrap and dispose of everything, clean the area, and bring the bodies to the morgue."

Young Mirae jolted from his words. So this was what Hwang Joon meant when he said the job he offered did not differ from the work she had in the bar!

Right, how foolish of her. She recalled Hwang Joon told her she would do the same type of cleaning she did in her fake grandfather's bar.