@shawiisms ⍿ ☾◇ modern verse
Rey wasn't surprised when she walked out of the garage and saw the moon high in the dark sky it had been another late night at work. The truth was, there had been people in suits in front of the garage since early in the morning, and everyone knew that that only brought bad news especially as none of them seemed to leave. They just observed what was going on in there and were most likely jotting down notes on who came in and who left. Rey had tried to stay inside of the garage for as long she was able to. She would just get ahead on her schedule for the next day.
As Rey locked up, she could see, from the corner of her eye, that they were still there. Calling the cops didn't cross her mind even once; she wouldn't leave this to a bunch of idiots to fix and on top of that, Rey'd rather avoid them than beg for help. No, thank you. What would even be her evidence against them? She'd probably just get locked up again for however long they'd liked. There would be no one to bail her out, Rey knew. No, she wasn't going to call anyone.
Whilst Rey was making sure her scarf covered her entire neck before starting her journey to her apartment, much like she did every day. She heard the sound of a car door being opened, and a steady beat of high heels clicking against the concrete pavement. The clicking sound became faster and Rey heard it closing in on her. A hand tapped on Rey's shoulder, which caused her skin to crawl.
❝ Excuse me, ❞ Rey heard a lady say. ❝ Could I possibly spare a few minutes of your time? My boss is looking for the best mechanic in town. Word has it that I should be looking at someone from this garage, ❞ the woman hinted.
The mechanic missed the hint and didn't understand why the woman stopped talking. First she touched her, second she stopped talking... if anything, the woman knew how to get on Rey's nerves. ❝ So? What about it? ❞
❝ He wants you. ❞
Rey burst into laughing. ❝ You've been here... what... since we all came into WORK? Should you have missed it... I've already got a job. ❞
❝ And it's a laugh if I see what they pay you for working here. ❞ The woman took a small note out of her bag and handed it to Rey. ❝ Should you accept, this would be your new monthly income. ❞
The number written down on the note had several zeros after its first digits. Rey wouldn't have to worry about money ever again. ❝ And the job is the same, you say? Just fixing cars as I do now? ❞
❝ Just fixing cars, ❞ the woman repeated. So what... she would just be fixing a few cars? She's already doing that. What would be the harm in earning some more money for her labour? She couldn't think of any cons to taking this job, everything would be an improvement.
❝ I’ll take it. ❞
