I’m not one, but I’ve been hired to catch one

I’m not one, but I’ve been hired to catch one. One magical creature, 5 million dollars. Simple concept. <br><br>“So you’re saying you want me to find a queer person-”<br><br>“No, no,” she said, waving her hand. “No, no. Nothing like that. We don’t request a rainbow person, we request a faerie. It’s different.”<br><br>That was the pitch. <br><br>How could I refuse such a deal?<br><br><br><br>Edit : If you enjoyed the story, you can find more of it on my patreon, link in profile.