V1C1 Part2

Translated by Raze Edited by Dark

“What is this? Some kind of shady job? Mom, are you sure you aren’t being scammed?”

“The employer is a married couple who are best friends with your father and me. They suddenly had to go abroad because of some business but their daughter didn’t want to go. That’s why she lives alone in an apartment. But she’s not very good at housework. So I decided to send my son.”

So that’s how it is. So it was a close friend… I’m sure it’s my mother who told them about me, who started to do household chores at the age of 10, and also because he probably knows me, he’s asking my mother about it.

I wonder what kind of family they are. Giving 150,000 yen to a high school student? Isn’t that a bit terrifying? I decided to listen, for the time being, 30% eager to jump onto that opportunity and 70% cautious.

“Mom and dad’s best friend? Who? Is it Uguisudani-san? Did he have a daughter?”

“It’s someone else. You have probably seen them before, but do you remember them? Takanashi-san? Though I’m pretty sure you haven’t met their daughter.”

“Hmm…Takanashi-san…Takanashi-san…”

Nope, nothing came up. No one’s face came to my mind when I heard the name ‘Takanashi’. It’s not that I don’t know the surname ‘Takanashi’, just that I don’t think it has anything to do with her.

As my mother says, it’s probably the first time meeting their daughter, and if I keep that in mind, I won’t do anything to give a bad impression. The only problem is that she’ll probably get scared of me…well, she would just have to get used to it.

My mother starts to play with her phone, looking happy.

“So, you’ll start from tomorrow, right? I’ll send you the details.”

“A-ah. Where’s the house?”

“I’ll text you”

It was all set up. She really wanted me to go for it, this woman.

I immediately got a notification on my phone. The address on the phone was quite close-by. I know this place, it’s a luxury apartment right around the corner.

I see, that’s how they are able to pay 150,000 yen to a high school student. I wonder what kind of girl she is. A young lady? When people think about a ‘young lady’, they would often visualize a blonde girl with high spirit and long drill-like hair…In my case however, I’d think of a beautiful girl with dark hair, with a quiet and gentle demeanor and high in intelligence.

Since there is no way my imagination could be real, it was just a waste of time. I stopped the useless thoughts and threw them in the trash.

Setting aside my imagination, it seems that this is the home for some very sophisticated guys, so I can’t be rude…or rather scare them. I have an intimidating face…so let’s try to be friendly.

With that in mind, I went forward to eat my dinner.

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