Title: The Offer first inspiration by
amira (5 Pure Science)
Walking briskly along the road passing the well- built
Centurial Bank that day, I couldn't help feeling anything but
lucky. I just came back from the bank and found out that
Charlotte and Gavyn, my used- to- be best friend and my ex-
loving boyfriend had emptied my account; obviously stealing all
my savings. What a fool I am! I blamed myself. Charlotte
must have gotten the private account number from my purse when I
accidentally asked her to rummage through it, in search of my lip
balm. It was the day when she suddenly betrayed our long and
intimate friendship relation. Mother was right. We couldn't even
trust our closest friend in the long run.
It was plain clear I cannot handle the
excruciating pain they had bore deep in the bottom of my heart. I
could barely make each step at all! How could they done this
to me, after all those years? Ugh! I stopped walking and
took a deep breath, inhaling every molecule of air that passed
through my nostrils. At the same time, I stared into the empty
space, unaware of the hustle and bustle of the busy New York
City. I was obviously in major trouble. I knew I am going to be
out of money supplement for the next six months. After all, I
have used up all my scholarship money I received after getting
good grades in my SPM* examination in the past 3
I soon found a wooden bench to sit on.
I let out a heavy sigh as I sat on the dry bench. I glanced at my
watch. 5.30 p.m. I've missed my class again! The sun was setting
its lovely painted golden ray down at the horizon. It was such a
pity I could not enjoy the breathtaking view. Being buried deep
in my thoughts, I was figuringout how to escape from this
miserable and unfinished business and bad luck that befell on me
all of a sudden.
opened my eyes to almost pitch- black darkness. Only the street
lamps gave out their pale illuminating yellow lights. The city
was not as busy as the days now. Gosh! I had fallen asleep on the
bench. I was straightening my sore back when suddenly, I was
seized by the shoulder.
"Ahhh!" I shouted, taken aback by the sight of a hand on my
weak and limp shoulders. I looked up to meet the stare of a pair
of eyes, setting its sight on my bewildered face.
"You need help, lady?" the owner of the pair of twinkling
"Who are you?" I blurted out. My eyes tried their best to
absorb more light by squinting at him and making out his handsome
face from the night vision.
That was how a new chapter began in my life. His name is
Jason, he explained. He was a…(well, I was still in the exhausted
and dumbfounded state that I forgot what exactly did he tell me).
I only absorb one vital information though.
"I can offer you the right help, if you want" he proposed,
handing me a piece of card. I took it without hesitating; the
word help had played its magic trick in my ears. That was all I
could do for the meantime. Then he left, leaving me with a blank
expression shown clearly on my face.
Back in the two- room apartment (which I used to share with
the damn traitors), I slumped hard on the couch and turned on the
television with its bright blaring screen. I was too tired to
change my worn- out attire. Once again I fell asleep. The next
day, I woke up upon hearing a woman talking non- stop with a
high- pitched voice. I felt like slapping her face when I
realized it was only a female reporter, reporting the latest news
of people demonstrating in peace in front of the White House,
amidst the roaring madness of the increasing crowd. I got up
reluctantly and turned off the television immediately before I
washed my pale face in the bathroom sink. Facing the half- broken
mirror, I recalled the previous night conversation, digging out
tiny bits of details from my memory box. As I glanced at the
mystery card I had taken out from my handbag, I beamed to myself,
This is my only chance.
Out of despair and distress, I dialled the number printed in
bold red and accepted the job without further consideration.
Seriously, with all the stacking financial debts to be paid, my
delayed university fees and not to mention my life expenses and
apartment rent, what chance do I have in living in this sprouting
city? Out of the limited range of 1 to 10, I say it was
positioned below the rank, under 1, perhaps 0.5.
"Delilah" a deep male voice startled me from my imagination.
All the past memories shattered into pieces. I turned my head
slightly only to meet with a passionate kiss on my left cheek.
So warm and fuzzy, I thought. A tingling feeling shot at
my nerves as I set my hazel eyes on Jason. He stared back at
"Honey, it is time" he uttered in delight much to my dismay.
He held my hands softly in a grasp by his masculine arms and made
our way to the changing room. For there, dangling from a hanger
was a piece of red silky material, so smooth and frilly, probably
costing around 10 000 dollars.
In just less than 10 minutes, I went out of the changing
room. The dress fitted me perfectly; I have the right body curves
"Isn't it beautiful, darling?" he asked while inspecting me
meticulously. I just stared at him blankly. I knew what will come
out of his mouth shortly after that. I always do.
"He is in room 13. His name is Raymond Lee, a 40 year- old
Chinese businessman who had just arrived from Beijing. Now go and
behave like a 'good' girl" he spoke flatly, grinning his toothy
smile that used to captivate me 10 years back.
Neither do I feel excited nor sad upon hearing the deadly
sentence. I walked away to get to room 13. I simply wanted to get
my dirty work done as fast as I could and get that high payment
from who? …Ray…whatever his name was. Anyway, I am pretty sure I
will get hold of at least 5000 dollars by the end of the
Until now, it is still hard to believe how I have transformed
from an all- A grades student to a heartless prostitute in just a
blink of an eye. Sometimes, I would let my thoughts ponder about
the facts that I am now living in an huge mansion in Las Vegas
City, serving numerous and different kinds of clients. Luxury and
money seemed just an inch from my fingertips, waiting for me to
grab it with elegance but of an eagerness of a hungry tigress,
pouncing on a scrumptious meal without mercy.
And to this day, I wonder if I did the
right thing in accepting the offer.
*Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, the
major exam I will sit at the end of
((This short story was extracted from my own English essay.