Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”
I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.
Miller’s Auto Shop
“I don’t have it, Dave,” I whispered. My voice sounded small against the rhythmic clink-clink of a wrench hitting concrete somewhere in the back.
Dave’s eyes were milky, shadowed by the brim of a frayed cap. He didn’t look angry, he looked bored. That was worse. “Policy is policy, Amber. No cash, no keys. I’ve got bills to pay, too.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks like a mixture of shame and desperation. I couldn’t walk home. It was six miles through the industrial district, and the sun was already setting into the horizon.
“Is there…anything else I can do to settle the bill, Dave?” My voice was barely audible. “I can work it off. I can clean, I can organize…” “Listen, Amber, I don’t need a maid,” he interrupted, pushing his chair back. He stood up and leaned over the counter. His shadow practically swallowed me. “But I do have an issue with some…uh, sensitive items. Stuff that doesn’t show up on the ledger. You do this for me and the car is all yours. But you can’t tell anyone you were here.”
The air in the garage suddenly felt thin. There were things in this town that lived in the dark and Dave had just handed me a flashlight. I looked at the rack where my keys hung with a name tag. “Tonight?” I asked. “Right now, actually,” he confirmed, giving me a smirk as if he had just learned a juicy secret. I sighed. “Okay, Dave. Where do you want me?” He didn’t hesitate even for a moment. “On your knees, Amber.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
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