REN
Miss Jia Li eyed my outfit with distaste.
I was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized black T-shirt, my choker secured in its place around my neck.
I had pushed a bucket hat over my now permanently dyed hair to cover most of my perfectly made up face, since I didn't want to wear my usual eye mask.
I hadn't put any effort in my outfit as the plan was to tender my resignation—verbally, of course, since my only mode of contacting her was now obsolete —and get out. That was what Lu Ba agreed to. It was the only reason why he wasn't breathing down my neck at the moment.
"Nothing provocative, you go in, inform them, and you're back. Here's a spare phone, call me immediately if you need help. No later than ten if you don't want to see me there in person"
He could be so dramatic. Like I hadn't worked here for the past seven years. I didn't argue because I knew he meant well,
