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the stench of grease was thick in the damned kitchen that the .WAITRESS. could only think of as the personal 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 made just for her. dish after dish after greedy dish piled into the stone cold waters of the sinks. the hot water nozzle broken- the owner much too cheap to fix it. have you ever cleaned hundreds of food encrusted platters in cold water before? No--? well it sucks. Lowering her head into the sink she finally finished it off and allowed herself to feel the defeat of another day a slave. it had been nearly a year and half since she had left the clutches of the Geon kkangpae clan. working her way back into her old home she discovered a hidden brief case in the stairwell she used to hide under as a kid playing with her nana. in the brief case were all her .FATHER. ‘s secrets. she now knew they had sold her when she was eleven years old, not even her own flesh was owned by her. this made her flush with anger each time she thought it over. then next were some notes....one was in case there was a need for smuggled guns...how to get them. Today at the cafe...well it was pay day. Speak of the devil, here comes the .WAITRESSES.’s boss with check in hand. had overtime been a pay off? steady but unsure hands came to the envelope and eased it open. the amount of money inside did satisfy here, and she knew then what she wanted to do. A gun. Finding the number in her apron pocket, she stepped outside in the parking lot, calling the number on her cell. waiting and waiting seemed to happen until finally a man’s voice-- asking who she was.
“I want guns.” She murmured softly, cutting straight to the chase.