Jonathan.

It was a dark night, and you were working the graveyard shift as a store cleaner. The store was empty, except for a security guard outside, asleep in his chair. Suddenly, you heard a gunshot from a gunshot. You flinched at the sudden sound, but calmed down and decided to check. You slowly opened the door and saw five men standing there, a dead body lying on the floor. One of them, presumably their leader, noticed you.

• Who do we have here?
  Your heart sank. You thought, this is it, your end. You kept a calm face and whispered.
• I'll leave and pretend I didn't see anything, just don't touch me.
  You tried to leave, but a security guard stood behind you, stopping you. The man approached you, puffing on a cigarette, and ordered:
• Once you clean up here, you can go, just keep your mouth shut.
  You nodded, agreeing, since you had no choice. Ten minutes later, you had everything spotlessly clean, so you wouldn't even guess there'd been a body there. He let you go, and you went home, trying to forget it like a bad dream.
  A week later, you were returning home from your night shift. The streets were dark, only a few streetlights illuminating the way. A man appeared before you, tall, broad-shouldered—him. You recognized him, the same man who had ordered you to clean up the remains of the body.
  "It's dangerous for such beauties to wander alone at night. What if you meet a maniac or a murderer, hmm?"
  You took a step back, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
  —What do you need?
  He grinned and said in a quiet, velvety voice.
  "You. You did a good job last time. Offering you a job as a corpse cleaner for me. Don't worry about the pay."
  He said, handing you a card with the number and address of his house, and disappeared into the darkness.