Book 1: Chapter 82: Another Day, Another Credit

Book 1: Chapter 82: Another Day, Another Credit

Scarlet

A few days later

I yawn as I get out of bed, bored from the lack of anything really happening over the last few days. Aside from the training, my practically emptying the cafeteria each day, and a rather large paycheck from Allen. One spanning the entire first week I was officially working for the Silver Association.

Its so large that I cant help but salivate just from opening up my bank account on my newly acquired terminal and staring at it. What used to be only around a hundred credits at most, what I had thought was a decent sized savings for a trip outside of Rothwell City, is now standing at a firm 2599 credits. 1389 from the daily wages for both my time actively fighting Fractures and from my time not doing that, along with an extra one thousand and something credits for allowing them to use me in sponsorships.

Which is honestly almost enough for me to happily ignore the horror that going through a photo shoot dealt to me.

I shiver as I remember that happening the day before yesterday. And that feeling only grows worse when I remember watching a video on GuardianTube about some of the local Guardians to get myself brought up on whos who, only to get an ad. One of me saluting the viewer without saying a word as someone else says some random sponsorship promotion.

At the very least they didnt have me wear anything embarrassing. Because I dont think my pride couldve taken it. The very idea of wearing a two piece swimsuit for example is frightening.

I mean, why do people even subject themselves to wearing such skimpy outfits?

My jacket is so much more comfortable. And more importantly, it doesnt show anything.

Your thoughts tend to wander a lot, dont they? Tar suddenly says, floating off of the bed. Because Ive noticed you tend to think about random things out of nowhere sometimes.

I glance at the furball for a second before shrugging and grabbing clothes to change into out of my tank top and shorts that I slept in.

Great! Denise says, practically squealing out loud before looking at Emily, who actually seems to be looking forward to the trip for some reason that eludes me as the shy girl gives a thumbs up. And after seeing that, Denise shoots straight up and says, I need to go get ready! Then runs out of the cafeteria like a tornado.

I stare after her for a few seconds, regretting my choices in life, before sighing and returning to my food. All, of course, while ignoring the pitiable look being sent my way by Michael, who I can probably see becoming Denises gopher for bags during this trip. At least, considering what Ive learned about her over the past few days, she certainly seems like the type.

A shopper. Someone who for some reason under the moon and stars above loves to shop. A terrifying thought indeed.

So dramatic, I hear Tars voice and can practically feel him rolling his eyes at my thoughts.

You think that now, but you try being dragged on a shopping trip by Belle or her mother sometime and learn how it feels to be made into a dress-up doll after being bribed by credits.

Wait, Tar mutters, wouldnt that be your own fault?

No. The power of credits is too great to resist.

I can just imagine Tar staring at me with judgement on his face as he mutters, You really are obsessed with money

No. Not obsessed.

Just that when a chance at easy money comes by, why would I let it slip between my fingers? Although I draw the line at anything that shows too much skin.

Well, anyways, this trip is to make sure were all together during the Demonic Assault. Because I really dont want to have to deal with finding them if it were to happen in the middle of their shopping trip.

Makes sense, Tar says, and I go back to eating my food.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.