They then went on to the same middle school, and then high school. They were in it through everything – a robbery, a car crash, a million failing grades. They seriously couldn’t live without each other, though they would rather eat a smelly boot than admit that. Inseparable, you could call them. Unbreakable, you could also say.
And that was the main reason Mark really wanted to make his best friend (maybe even half-girlfriend) happy on her sixteenth birthday. And when they had went to the cinema to see a movie at the mall and Mark saw her looking admirably at a necklace placed in the exhibition window, he knew what would make her birthday better.
But that, sadly, needed money. Though, that problem would be saved now. He opened up the website the URL got, and saw that it was blank except for a few words with the pay, the address, and an email. Not description of the job, no ‘must be over 18’. Just the contact info and nothing else.
He was starting to think something was up with this job when he saw the pay.
Pay—a thousand dollars per hour.
His mouth opened wide, forming an ‘O’.
Now this job was definitely unnatural. How could a job pay him a thousand dollars per an hour? What kind of job would it be? Life-threatening? Gross? Extremely complicated?
But this was Lynelle, his best friend of seven years and possibly the person closest to him, who had told him about the job. And he knew that someone like Lynelle would never be mistaken about anything. So he decided to believe her.
He opened up his inbox and quickly sent an email to the email address he was given on the website he could hardly call a proper website.
Then he closed the numerous tabs and websites on his computer, and clicked the shutdown button. And he finally gave a sigh of relief.
One obstacle down.