easy conversation and genuine interest in her studies. He even offered to show her around the laundromat

g stainless-steel behemoth, "can handle a king-sized comfort

ge arcade games tucked into a corner seemed equally out of place amidst the rows of dryers spew

ule, and the pay was well above minimum wage. There were very few laundromats in the area, and Joe seemed to be doing a booming business, evident by the constant stream of customers. Besides, Joe himself

ittle too perfect, a touch too rehearsed. A nagging suspicion lingered in the back of her mind, a whisper that something wasn't quite right

mething cold replacing the warmth in his eyes, "welcome aboard. Let's get y

, her curiosity piqued despite the sudden shift in his demeanor. "We have some... spec

s the charming laundromat owner, replaced by a man with a guarded expression and eyes that seemed to hold a hidden agenda. What

ible schedule that would allow her to focus on her studies, held her ro

n wash cycles," he said, his finger tapping a sequence on the control panel of one of the indu

The vintage arcade games in the corner suddenly seemed less out of place and more

or would she walk away and risk losing the perfect job opportunity she desperately needed? The decision hung heavy in th