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>KITTY. CAT. RESCUE.
Why not?
You like the little furballs and you're not yet screaming in debt. They like sitting in loaves, going around as they please, and them purring in your lap is the one of the last joys and purest loves left in this asscrack of the earth.
You review the case material you were given: the photo is of an ordinary black cat with sleek fur and wide yellow eyes. On the back of it, a girl playing with a cat is drawn in crayon. There's something scrawled here in a kid's handwriting:
"Dear Mister Cleaner,
Hello! This is my cat, Percy! (But INSIDE a photo! WOAW!) I love him with all my heart but now he's went missing and everyone else is too busy to help me find him! I lost him at the nextus train station at the 3th subfloor, 1st floor, 3th strata, district p. I'm not supposed to talk to anyone outside of the Company, so I'm giving you my big sister's business card instead. Please call as soon as you find him!!!
XOXO,
MGMT"
Cleaner?
You've been called everything else, from a "Fixer" to a "Freelancer" to a "right son of a bitch," but never once "Cleaner." These jobs get awful dirty and more often than not blood gets shed instead of sweat or tears. But maybe you'll just leave a little puddle today. Shouldn't be too hard right? Hehe.
And at the end of the day, a job's a job and you do wonder what kind of reward an Admin of M Company will give for helping her kid sister. They're big on their "corporate family values," anyhow.
