It’s Scary When Things Work Out

I approached the two guards and quickly pulled out my VIP card from my pocket. Then I returned it to my pocket and tried to pass through. However, one of the guards raised his hand and stopped me.

"Miss, let me check your card," he said.

I didn't want them to do that, as who knows if there's anything resembling a verification process. Keeping calm, I took out my card and handed it to the guard.

Fortunately, there was no other check apart from a visual inspection. After taking back my card, I started ascending the stairs. The music's volume decreased slightly as I climbed.

Finally, I reached the top where there was a spacious area with tables and sofas. The lighting was dim, accentuated by neon lights.

Carefully moving forward, I observed the people sitting there. However, I couldn't find the person I was looking for. My gaze then fell on separate rooms where several waitresses were going in and out.

After a moment of thought, I followed one of them and approached a pretty girl. I asked her, stopping her in her tracks.

"Excuse me, sister. I'm new here and started working today. I was urgently called, but I don't know where to go or what to do. Can you help me?"

After looking at me for a few seconds, she pointed in a direction and said.

"Go over there, change into your uniform, and come back here. I'll help you with what you need to do."

Nodding, I headed towards the direction the waitress indicated. As I entered, I found several neatly folded uniforms on a shelf.

The uniform was dark, not white like in restaurants. After thinking for a moment, I tried to put it on over my clothes. It wasn't easy, and it felt a bit stuffy, but I didn't want to waste time. After checking my appearance and adjusting my mask, I stepped out and started opening doors one by one, disregarding the waitress's instructions.

In the first room, the person I was looking for wasn't there, so I had to change and pretend I made a mistake before exiting.

This continued until I finally reached the fourth door. As I opened it to enter, I squinted and focused on one figure. Although he was wearing different clothes, I recognized him clearly since the photo I had been shown was very distinct.

An imposing figure was at the head of the group. Three other people and four women were also present. They were drinking and engaging in inappropriate behavior, touching the women inappropriately while they giggled and whispered to each other.

The thought crossed my mind to grab a gun and quickly kill them all. But after thinking it through, I dismissed the idea, and now all their attention turned to me.

"Excuse me, sir!" I said, lowering my head. The package those bastards gave me is with me. I also have a way to deal with them. Although it's not certain that the package contains poison, there's a high probability.

Apologizing, I left the room and went to find the kitchen. Following the path the waitress had taken earlier, I saw a door leading to a brightly lit area. Opening it, I found something resembling a kitchen. On one side, several people were preparing food, while on the other side, there were plenty of drinks and such.

At that moment, a waiter placed something on a tray and walked towards me. Seeing them, I spoke up.

"Um, excuse me, who serves table number four?"

Upon hearing my voice, the waitresses turned their gaze towards me. One of the servers responded.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

She already held a drink on the tray along with several glasses and was about to leave. Approaching her, I spoke in a low voice.

"Sorry just now, one of the guests at that place ordered me to bring them drinks. I wanted to refuse, but he told me to bring them... Do you mind?"

As I spoke, I intentionally lowered my head so the other side couldn't see half of my face.

Just as I thought the other side might even refuse, there was no response for a few seconds, and suddenly I felt something heavy in my hands.

It turned out the girl had already given me a tray with the drinks, with an anxious expression on her face. But immediately after that, she noticed her actions, concealed it, and said, turning her head away,

"Since they said so, you can do it."

As she spoke, she left without even explaining her behavior. Watching her back, I left the kitchen holding the tray, looking down the hallway.

After waiting a while and making sure no one was around, I quickly reached out to feel something in my bra. I had realized it was the best place to hide something.

Taking out a package with unknown contents, I opened the drink's lid with slight effort and started pouring its contents into it.

Finishing my task quickly, I closed the lid again and headed towards Room 4.

Everything went fairly well, as no one noticed my actions. Approaching the room, I knocked, and upon hearing a response from the other side, I entered.

Inside were the same people, engaged in the same activities. Only the boss in the center seemed busy with his phone and was no longer talking to the person next to him.

Approaching closer, I carefully placed four glasses next to four individuals. Then, holding the tray, I took the bottle and started pouring into the glasses, unscrewing the lid.

In the moment when I was pouring them the drinks, suddenly I felt someone grabbing my butt and squeezing it.

"Hey, baby, why don't you sit with us? You would enjoy it."

Gritting my teeth and enduring the humiliation, I replied in a low voice, lowering my head.

"Sorry, I have to work."

"Oh, come on, stay with us. You'll earn more money than you would in a month of work."

Finally finishing pouring the drinks under the persuasion of that creep, when I tried to turn around and leave, my wrist was grabbed.

That creep turned me back, and by inertia, I fell on the couch next to him.

"Wait, please, I need to leave."

I had already started to rise halfway, uttering the words, but that creep pulled me back again. When I sat on the couch again out of inertia, this time his hand rested on my leg, squeezing it.

Due to that, I couldn't escape from here without using force.

"Sir, please, I'm in a hurry. So, let me go."

Another attempt and another failure. I felt him leaning towards me, whispering in my ear.

"Darling, you don't need to. We'll have a great time, and you'll get tons of pleasure. Besides, the money will fill your pockets. So, stop struggling and sit quietly, or else..."

I was forced to listen to the words coming out of that filthy mouth until a scene appeared before my eyes. One of the men, watching as that creep held me, leaned forward and slowly brought the glass to his mouth.

And then I realized one thing: I'm not familiar with the substance in the package. How would I know how it would act? Slowly or quickly. But seeing what happened after he took a sip, my eyes narrowed, and a tremendous surge of irritation and anger engulfed my head.

The person who drank the glass put it back. A few seconds later, when the creep's hand, caressing my leg, began to rise, the person who had consumed the drink suddenly leaned forward. Then, with both hands, he abruptly covered his throat.

His eyes widened, and his face started turning red. Clearly, he couldn't breathe anymore.

It seems this poison was quite potent, considering it acted almost instantly.

"Damn..."

Escaped from my lips with a helpless sigh. What caught the attention was the freak caressing my leg and climbing up it.

I reached for the pistol without hesitation, concealed under my clothes, and swiftly brought it out.

Instinctively, it was aimed at the throat of the freak attempting to kiss my neck.

Click, bang.

A loud sound echoed as blood sprayed onto the girl's backside, his body weakened, and gradually fell to the side.

Rising from my spot, my hand quickly aimed one after another, and subsequent bangs resounded.

Three people dropped with bloody holes in their heads, while the boss, in shock, stared at me.

"I fucking said I was in a hurry."

Another bang rang out, finally ending the outstanding mission in a bloody haze. The target was eliminated.

Amidst the screams of four girls, I exited the room.