1 This Wasn't What I Wanted [Mission/Solo] Fri Dec 02, 2016 4:32 pm
Misaki
D-rank
- Mission Details:
Mission name: Secretary [Repeatable]
Mission rank: D
Objective: Work as the secretary to a big business, force away the unwanted people
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 60 Ryo
Mission description: Our secretary quit recently due to family complications, we need someone to fill their spot.
Mission details: 600 words minimum, don't start a fight. There will be a few nuisances coming during the day, so try not to get too annoyed.
Misaki had no idea that Lady's Night at the Sandbox Strip Club was that popular. He had only been manning the reception for about an hour and already he had booked eight tables for the event. The phone rang once again. "Hello, this is the Sandbox Strip Club," he still had trouble saying that without blushing madly. "This is Misaki speaking, how may I help you?" He asked. It was the standard way to answer the phone, as he had been instructed.
"I want a table for thirteen people. VIP section, first row," came the bitter and clipped tone of what Misaki could only guess was a young woman.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we no longer have any tables available for more than four people. We still have regular tickets, though," he explained. The lady on the other side of the phone wasn't having it, though.
"Fine, then I at least want a private lap dance for me and my friends," she demanded. Misaki was confused.
"I... don't think I can get you that?" He said. He cursed himself for sounding so unsure. The woman on the other side of the phone would probably see this as something she could take advantage of. He tried to elaborate. "I mean, it's not standard procedure so-"
"You have private rooms, right?"
"Y-yes?" Misaki stuttered.
"So?" She pressed.
"Um, they're closed for the night." Apparently this was a special show that only happened every few months. It explained why tables and tickets were in such high demand and also why the regular functions were closed.
"So open them," the young woman demanded.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am," he kept trying to be as polite as he could.
"Then can you get me someone who can?"
"I'm sorry, the manager is really busy, so I can't-"
"Do you even know who I am?!" She said, indignant and angrier than before.
"No ma'am, you haven't introduced-"
"I'm Kaminashi Yuko!" If Misaki was supposed to recognize the name, he didn't. Not in the slightest.
"I'm sorry ma'am, there's nothing I can do for you. Ok, bye!" He hung up the phone and sighed in relief. Spoiled brat. She reminded him of one of his older cousins - a young and snooty girl that lived in the Karisuma household at the same time that he had. Presumably, she had died with the rest of them. Misaki rarely ever harbored ill-will towards anyone, but good riddance. The girl had made his life miserable every chance she got.
Dealing with people like that in person was so much easier. He could just activate his Doujutsu and call it a day. They usually acted dumbfounded and were easier to calm down that way. He slumped in his chair, feeling like he needed a break despite the fact that his job had only just begun. He was supposed to stay there for the rest of the night shift. Fortunately, he would soon shift to greeting guests and checking IDs. It was strange that he, a fifteen year old boy, was put in charge of something like that. Still, it was a simple task and an easy way to make money.
Just then the manager came into the room to ruin his fantasy of a non-problematic night and quick cash. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but we need someone to take the strippers to the back and help them get ready."
"W-what?" Before he could ask anything else, the manager had already left the room. Oh dear. What had he gotten himself into?
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