
"You didn't tell your mother where you worked."
"For now not. I don't think it's time yet."
"Yes, okay. You should go home, you've been training hard. Look you're getting muscular now, you're not gonna be accepted into classical ballet anymore." I laughed with the words of Ashley, classical ballet dancers are required to have a slim and muscular body, while here, your muscles must be strong to support all movements.
"I'm home okay."
"I have to check out some shows tonight."
We parted ways, I went home to a studio apartment that Ashley rented out for me. About 30 minutes from here. He said he would pay it. He managed to get a 700 dollar deal at a cheap price in an environment that is usually 800-900 because Ashley pays yearly. He even said the first six months I didn't have to pay him back, he was nice to me.
I walk the sidewalk at Soto St. Ramp, El Sereno, the area where I live. This level house is exactly where I live. The mediocre environment tends to go down but I can accept it right now. You need to know in LA there are rarely high-rise buildings because the soil conditions are unstable, prone to earthquakes and windy so building high-rise buildings will be dangerous.
LA is famous for its exclusive landed house area of Hollywood celebrities and many more wealthy people who own mansions, arguably one of the most mansion locations in the US, in addition to Utah, Washington and Florida.
Neighborhood view in one of the El Sereno areas, the eastern region outside LA city
This whole week it's been three weeks since I met Francoise, nothing has happened, which means it's true Nicholai said, I won't be caught. I can finally begin the transition calmly.
That just kind of relieved me a little. I feel like my future is pretty good right now, I don't feel miserable in this place. The salary prospects Ashley laid out excited me enough, I walked home with a happy heart.
There are some people walking with me, I don't really care. But I feel like the two people behind me somehow seem to be closing in.
"Miss Sara Adams, come with us."
"Who are you." My feet are limp now, I almost cried."
"You don't need to know who we are, but Mr. Francoise sends you a greeting, he says the virus has been received, if you don't want to end up in federal prison for espionage, you better come with us."
"You cops?"
"I told you you don't need to know who we are."
"Where are you taking me, what virus are you talking about." It seems I can't run anymore, but I have to try to dodge as much as I can. There may still be hope.
"If you want to argue later, we're both just told to take you with us."
I'm gonna die now! Turns out they know I sabotaged Francoise's phone.
"Come with you?" If I don't go with him I'll go to jail? I wasn't murdered?
"Follow us quietly, someone will talk to you later. In front of our car. Don't make things difficult for us, otherwise we'll make things difficult for you. You agree?" They pointed to a black sedan in front of the street.
"Yes." Yeah." Do I have a choice?!
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