Mr. Stripper

Flashback.

*A week back*

It was a blustery Monday morning, and I had a lot of work to do.

Though the temperature of the windy day remains the same as a sunny day. My body feels cold today.

I usually work a lot of part-time jobs because I still need to enroll in seminary school.

I have always admired priests who preach the gospel at various Catholic churches, and I wish to become a priest one day.

"Emery. Why are you zoning out again?" Emma inquired.

She acts like my older sister, and we've been close friends since we were both in the orphanage home.

I'm an orphan, and likewise Emma and we both are unaware of who our parents are.

Emma is currently dressed in a pair of jeans and a white belly shirt.

On the other hand, I'm currently wearing a sky blue cheque and a black plain trouser.

I have golden hair with a crew cut design.

More likely, I'm beautiful because of my charm.

I'm trying all that I can do in other to fend for myself because life without anyone to support you is a bit hard.

"I'm thinking of a way to raise money before the forms run out," I declare, smiling at her.

"How long will the form be valid?" She interrogated me.

I breathe out. "Two weeks from now, and I still haven't raised half of the money needed for the form."

Emma slightly opens her mouth. "Hell no!" she exclaims, before lightly hitting me on the shoulder.

"This is a cruel world, but I believe I'll be able to raise the fund this year," I declare before smiling at Emma. "I wish you all the best," she says as she drags me towards the bike.

Emma has a bicycle, but I don't, and it took a long time for me to be able to buy a bike for myself.

Currently. My bike is spoiled so I have to ride with Emma.

When we arrived at the bakery shop where we both work, I was astounded to see a variety of expensive cars parked in front of the bakery. "What do you think is going on?" Emma asked, her brows slightly arched in question.

"I just got here, so how am I going to know?" I ask Emma as I enter the bakery.

As soon as I stepped inside the shop, I noticed that everyone was dressed in all black.

They are fifteen in number, wear black glass, and give off a creepy vibe.

My boss isn't the type of person who would get himself involved in something illegal, so I'm not sure why they were all carrying a cold aure. "Emery, come over here," my boss yelled, causing me to take notice of his presence.

I had no idea he was inside the bakery until he called out for me.

I approached him, bowing slightly before greeting him.

Emma has also approached him, and we are both standing at his back, allowing him to attend to those who are currently present in peace.

"What do you guys want?" my boss, Matthew, asks, not terrified.

I believe that because he isn't terrified, he didn't commit a crime. "My boss said he wants three hundred baked Lemon meringue pies," one of the men present declares.

"Three hundred?" my boss inquired, believing he hadn't heard correctly.

"Yes, and we need it this Tuesday," he added, making me gasp for air. "When you say this Tuesday, do you mean tomorrow or the Tuesday after this week?" Mr. Matthew inquired, wanting to confirm their orders.

"We mean tomorrow, sir, and we'll need it at night," another man in the crowd says.

"Umm.... umm!" my boss cleared his throat before forcing a smile across his lips. "We'll need a half p*****t," my boss added, trying to keep his cool.

"Sent," a voice declares, and it is the voice of one of the fifteen men present.

'Geez!' I declare under my breath. These people don't appear to be joking, and they appear to be here for business.

The phone in my boss's hand immediately beeped, and he brought it to his front.

I and Emma both looked at his phones and saw a $5,250 alert.

"We have made half p*****t, and according to your price tag, a pie costs $35, so we will pay the remaining half after you have successfully delivered our pies," the man who claimed to have transferred the money declares.

"When do you need the pie again?" Mr. Matthew asked, his brow slightly arched.

He didn't act as if the alert he'd just seen was a big deal.

"We are going to need it tomorrow by night time. It should arrive before seven o'clock pm, and here is our card. You can contact us if you can't provide the pie. Mind you, we need Lemon meringue pie, and we need it delivered on time," one of the men present declared, and he handed a card containing the phone number and the address where the pie should be delivered to.

"Everything is going to go smoothly, and we will deliver your orders on time," my boss assured me.

"Then it's a deal," the man in front declared as he extended his hands forward.

My boss also extended his hands forward, and they both shook hands.

Within minutes, the fifteen tall men turned around and left.

When the bakery was empty, I turned around and looked at my boss, who was now motionless.

"Boss," I said, but he didn't move.

I approach him and wave my hand in front of him.

He didn't blink and kept his eyes wide open. "Boss." Emma also called out my boss's name and tried to shake him quickly so he could snap out of his reverie.

I exhale before walking away to get a delivery bag.

I filled the bag with air and brought it up to my boss's face. I smashed the delivery bag in his face, causing it to make a loud noise.

The sound of a burst bag echoes throughout the bakery.

My boss blinked several times before snapping out of his reverie. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaims, blinking even more.

"Boss, we just got a deal," I mumble, unsure of my words.

"Yeah! We got a deal!" he exclaims while hugging me.

"We got a deal!" I yelled, jumping up in the middle of the hug, but we had no idea the deal was deadly.