… I laid down on my bed with a groan, the exhaustion of a whole day worth of work finally getting to me. However, I pushed it aside, at least for now, as I made my way towards the bathroom–

Bzzt, bzzt!

“Huh…?” I stopped my tracks for a moment, trying to locate the source of the sound. Just then, I realized the noise came from the nightstand; a notification on my phone. After internally debating whether go and take a shower or see who the hell texted me at midnight, I sighed, ultimately making my way towards the bedside table and grabbing my phone, unlocking it and starting to read whatever someone sent me.

… Ahem!

Good morning, we’d like to–…

”HOLD IT! “Good morning”…? It’s Godforsaken 2 A.M.! Ugh…” I thought to myself, sighing yet again before continuing reading.

… however, a few seconds later, before I could even realize it, my jaw was on the floor, astonishment written all over my face.

$70 per hour!?

”Did I read that right? Am I going crazy…?” Those were the first things that crossed my mind after reading the message. After rereading the message, my eyes went wide.

… we’d like to offer you a private tutoring position, paying $70 per hour for your time and expertise. The role involves providing one-on-one lessons to students in need of academic support. No formal teaching experience required—just strong knowledge in your subject of choice and a passion for helping others learn. If you're interested, please respond within 24 hours to discuss further details.

… I stared down at my phone, my heart skipping a beat. I blinked a few times. And, after reading the message for the last time, it finally hit me. I quickly responded and, after chatting for around 20 minutes, I had secured the job.

---

After a long night, the sun finally rose, signaling the start of a new day. After a quick, refreshing shower and a nice breakfast, I quickly headed to my new work.

After an hour of driving, I finally arrived. I knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for someone to open it.