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rs, my landlord. It was a gloomy Monday morning and I'm already exhausted fr

one. He then nodded his head softly and wa

my eyes with frustration an

at the Mitchell Enterprise. I'm nervous as fuck not going to lie, I ha

n my ratchet apartment. And I'm willing to do whatever it ta

I went to the bus stati

t together or I could lose everything. Growing up as an

ven existed. My so-called father was in and out of my life, and my mo

s the most. I envy my friends from school who ha

sweetheart'. I had the grades, made some friends and bu

personal life. I'm a poor girl who lives in a junk and doesn'

tion to being a full-time secretary. It really pulled me out

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eading glasses and enter the gigantic building of Mitchell Enterprise. The high-end company that

s generous to help me build a formative resume and submit the application online. Appare

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received yesterday from a lady with a thick European acc

lue eyes, lips that are meant to be kissed numer

or, there's no way in hell that he'

greeted me with a smile. She came out of

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uble ding sound came as we reached our destination. The lady knocked on a double door t

ank

t the wall with his hands on his pockets. His eyebrows arched irrita

u wanted me to call, sir, '' the lady said nervo

hocked my body all over anxiously. I walked in

ed with papers along with his Apple laptop. There were three chairs in front of his desk,

played with my thumbs as he tak

ege drop out. Why?'' He said emphasizing why to me. I breathed har

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