"Come work for me."
James was a bit surprised by the offer.
He first scanned Jared with his eyes, his well-fitted brown shoes, black trousers that didn't look too big or too slim, and a black shirt with a slightly opened button at the top.
Reaching his face, he could see how handsome he was, semi-long hair that fell all the way to his neck, brown eyes so beautiful he could keep staring at them for days.
"Wait… Are you… a sex trafficker?"
Jared's face immediately turned pale at the question.
[The goddess of trade laughs at your predicament.]
Lucy covered her mouth, as if trying to stop herself from cracking up out loud.
"What makes you think I am a sex trafficker?" asked Jared with a calm look.
"You told me to come work for you… and you look too pretty to be a male."
Jared sighed, his palm covering his face, too disappointed to even give a meaningful response.
Lucy stepped in.
