Thirty-Five

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By the time I was done, it was seven in the night and I was exhausted and hungry. I had barely rested since I started cleaning the whole house which made me wonder what type of people he lived with and how he lived through so much dirt.

Clark was not home when I finished and he was not picking his calls. I had to wait for him since he had not left my pay for the day anywhere in the house.

I was getting bothered because it was getting late and I did not know how safe or unsafe it was around here, especially when taxis barely drove around the neighborhood.

As if on cue, the front door opened and I rose from the couch I had been sitting on. I heard footsteps and sighed in relief when I saw Clark.

"Oh, my God. I am so sorry that you're still here. Something important came up and I had to rush out," Clark said, walking up to me. "Are you done?"

"Yes."

Clark ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

"Alright. Here's your pay," he said, bringing out his wallet. He opened it and I sa