I help other people who are in need. And I also help others who are in need... of sex. Those who desire to fuck. And that's my job.

No one in my friends and my co-members in the organization know about it. Even Gizelle. Aside from it might ruin the image and face of the organization, I don't want them to think that I am that kind of girl.

Paid, low, flirtatious, and gold digger—even though these words are adequately fit to characterize me. To describe me.

I want to already end it but I can't. Everybody has the right to choose, but not everybody is given the privilege to benefit with the choices they have.

I used to think that our life will be in the right place when we choose what is right. But, for the people like me, who have this disgusting job and unwanted situation, whatever decision we make... we will never be in the right place... because the decision we made... was forbidden... to begin with.

In the world I live in, nothing is right. Everything is wrong. It doesn't include morality. When the client wants you, you have to oblige because the exchange is heaven. But somehow I still know how to limit myself and choose.

I always ask if they are committed to someone and when they are, I don't accept their proposition even though the payment is bigger than the value of my life.

But someone got through. I thought my client a month ago was single and not committed to anyone because that was what he said. But it turned out, he was.

I hated myself because of it. I didn't accept the money. My manager was very angry at me and didn't give me any client until now... and I didn't care.

But now that I need money, I think my decision was wrong. I could've just accepted the money and forget about everything. Because that's what I am, a paid woman.

I got the call off and called my manager's number. It rang three times before she answered my call.

"What?! Please Ash, if this is another one of your stubbornness, stop, and don’t add to the heat of the ul-"

"I need a job, Mama." I interrupted her long litany.

She stopped because of what I said and she didn't seem to expect me to call her for work myself.

"Uh-huh, after a month you're just going to call me again now? When you need something, you'll call, huh? And do you expect me that I'll offer you a job, hmm?" she challenged me.

"What I did was wrong, Mama. And I'm very sorry for that. I just need a job right now." I heard her laughter on the other line.

"Hmmm okay then. I'll just call you if I have something to offer you." then she cut off the call.

I know she will not refuse my request. She receives a large commission every time I am being send for a client. Because if the payment is big, her share would be bigger.

I took a bath then prepared myself for school. And I was almost late because the traffic was so heavy. I ran the remaining distance to my class today.

And when I showed up in the door, all eyes looked at me. I didn't know what's up but I didn't mind it and just got myself a seat.

I was about to sit when a voice stopped me to do what I planned to do.

"Aren't you going to greet your professor before coming into this room? Aren't you going to say sorry because you're 10 minutes late?"

His cold voice sent shivers down my spine. He asked me those questions in a gentle way... but I felt nervous. He didn't even shout at me... but my heart is starting to beat fast already.

I looked in front because of the shock and it was too late when I saw that our Professor was already standing there! He looked familiar. I frowned because he really looked familiar.

I just ignored it and looked around me. That's why the whole class is so quiet.

I bowed my head and said sorry to him. I also greeted him a good morning and when he gave me the permission to sit down, I nodded my head and politely said 'thank you' to him.

He continued to teach and I had nothing else to do but listen. I know that he may give a quiz or maybe give an activity, so I didn't waste time on other things.

And just like what I imagined, he really did give us a quiz. The 30-item quiz was checked after we finished answering it.

"Congratulations to Ms. Olivia for having a perfect score," compliments started to praise her. "I am just a substitute so expect that your real Professor might be present tomorrow." I even heard the whining of others but I didn't join in.

I then started fixing my things when I heard my Professor call my name. I gave him my attention then asked him what he needed.

"Get these papers and come with me in Faculty." he then left.

I frowned at what he said but followed anyway. I made my way to the faculty with a frown.

And when I arrived, I didn't open the door. I waited for almost three minutes before I knocked. And when no one answered, I opened the door then let myself be welcomed inside the office.

Various desks are placed in the Faculty. The seats are very neat and very clean.

Only one picture caught my attention. It was a picture of a girl. She was smiling as well as her eyes, her black hair is fixed neatly, she has a chunky eyes, red lips, and fair skin color. She's pretty.

I approached that picture. I was about to touch it when I heard a voice behind my back. I looked at it and saw the person whom asked me to come with in this office.

He took the picture I was looking at and put it in his drawer. He then looked at me and watched my whole being from head to body to my toes.

I didn't like the way he was looking at me so I closed my eyes causing his gaze to return to my eyes.

"Have a seat," he then pointed his hand to the chair in front.

He sat down to his chair and I also did what he did.

"I called you to ask if you have been informed by your manager about the arrangement." I frowned at what he said.

"Sir?" I asked him with furrowed brows. I didn't get what he said and before he answered my question, a phone call interrupted us.

I excused myself to accept the call from my manager.

"Ash, I already sent in your email the job you are looking for. The payment, contract, and every detail are included in that file already. Good luck!"

She didn't wait for me to answer and hung up.

I checked my mails and saw the file she was talking about. I opened it and when I read the name of the client I am going to give happiness with, my body got frozen.

I re-read his name countless times but nothing was changed. He really is.

Jake Bryan Valenzuela is my new client for a month.

Just now what my professor said earlier has sunk into my brain. About the arrangement, huh?

I took a deep breath and looked at him who was already looking at me. And by the look of it, he was watching my every move.

I went inside again and offered my hand to him.

"Deal."

"Deal, then." he then accepted my hand and we did a handshake before everything came to where it is supposed to be.