Chapter 2 – Contract
"You are funny. Mr. Freeman," the woman said with a friendly smile, no hint of laughter on her face.
"Isn't that a normal question?" Kyle asked as he looked around.
The other four were really just standing there, doing nothing.
One of them was keeping his boot on Kyle's throat, but there was no weight behind it anymore.
Two others were watching while the man with the shirt was readying himself to deliver another kick to Kyle's torso.
Kyle awkwardly scooted out from beneath the boot as he kept looking around in confusion.
"The payment and duties of this job are not related to money," the woman spoke calmly, with a perfect voice.
This pulled Kyle out of his confusion, and he looked at the woman with raised brows.
"How is a job not related to money?" he asked. "I ain't living to work. I work to live."
"Have you not noticed that you are in an unusual situation right now, Mr. Freeman?" she spoke calmly. "Is money the only thing on your mind, even in a situation like this?"
"Of course!" Kyle answered immediately. "My entire life revolves around money!"