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✨✨TO THE BOYS I’VE LOVED✨✨
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🦋THE LIFE OF ANNA LEIGH 🦋✨
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💫MY DREAM OF SANTA MARTA💫
🦋GENRE: Romance❤, Tragic 😭, Teenfic 👫
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♨️Job Problem♨️
🦋CHAPTER 27🦋
*THE NEXT WEEK*
ANNALEIGH’S POV
I was sitting on the couch, still in my pyjamas, thinking about the debt we’re owing. How do we pay for it?
Chris has resumed school already.
*knock knock*
I stood answered the door, I gasped “Mr Martinez, how are you doing?”
“Look it’s not a matter of greetings, I need this first month money. You just came into my house, living lavishly.” He complained.
“We’re sorry, I promise, by next week, we’ll pay for the first month.” I pleaded.
“Please.” He said and left.
I sighed and closed the door “This isn’t good, Leigh.”
The money is $1000 per month and we don’t have much, Chris has spent his remaining money on college and our trip.
I need to find a job here.
I took my bath, wore a white gypsy blouse and black skinny jeans with black flats, with box tennis bracelet and hoop earrings.
I did my hair in French braid, applied some lip gloss, took my black flap crossbody purse then left the house.
I entered a taxi and he drove off, I firstly headed to an hair salon, fixed my curly hair into a wavy long hair, I kept checking outside the window if there’s any vacancy.
“Here we are.” He parked at somewhere.
“But… ”
“This is a street for a lot of companies, you can find any job here, easily.” He explained.
“Oh, thanks. Here.” I paid him and came out of the car and he left.
I was walking down the street, holding my resume file, I entered a company, straight to the receptionist.
“Hi, I’m…”
“Looking for job?” She asked.
I nodded.
“I’m sorry, but we’re not hiring.” She smiled.
I smiled sadly and left the company, I went to an hotel “Hi, my name is Anna Leigh and I’m looking for a job here.”
She glared at me, chewing gum “How old are you?”
“18.” I replied.
“You’re too young, sorry.” She said.
I bent my head sadly as I left the hotel and went a factory, I was directed to the manager.
“Hi, I’m Annabella Leighton Montez.” I introduced.
“Okay, where’s your driver license?” He asked.
I frowned confusedly “M…my driver lice…?”
“Do you have one?” He asked.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Sorry, we can’t hire you.”
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“Good morning.” I greeted as I entered another company office.
A half balded middle aged man with aches and wrinkles and smelly suit grinned at me with his yellow teeth.
Now I’m uncomfortable as I stood at the corner.
“Please, sit down, Hermosa.” He pointed to the chair in front the desk.
“I rather stand for respect.” I lied.
Trust no one.
“Okay, so what do you want?” He stood up.
I frowned “I was here for job but…”
He was getting closer to me while I was moving backwards “Come on, kiss me and I’ll hire you.”
“Stay back!” I removed my phone, filming him.
“Stop! I just need a kiss.” He said, wanted to hug me.
I kicked his manhood “Argh!!!” I screamed for help, still filming him.
He ran out of his office out of fear.
I gulped in disgust as I left the office and other employees were watching me.
I don’t care as I left the stupid company, no wonder, women are many here.
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I bought a sandwich with coke and sat at a bench, eating.
I didn’t eat anything before leaving the house, I don’t know why I can’t get a job here.
One says I’m not old enough, one says I need a driver license, one was sëxually assaulting, all has excuses not to hire me. Why me?
I checked the card inside my purse, it’s called ALM Studio. Should I call the number there, that I need a job?
“Nah.” I scoffed.
Like I said, I have nothing to do with that heartless jerk. Even though Cassandra owns the company. Still no.
I want nothing that reminds me of him, that’s why I didn’t finish high school and I left America.
After eating, I stood and was walking home because I don’t have transport money.
I sighted a small art museum “Maybe I can get a job here.”
I went inside the beautiful and luxurious museum, full of expensive pottery, ceramics, sculptures, architectes, paintings and so on.
I sighted a blonde woman in professional suit, she must be working here.
I approached her “Hi.” I followed her even though she’s not answering me “I’m Annabella Leighton Montez, I’m here for job, if there’s any.”
“Please go away, we are not hiring.” She said proudly.
She must be arrogant.
“Please, I need this job.” I pleaded “I want to work… Woah!” I shouted as I bumped into a flower vase and it broke.
The woman gasped “You poor worthless b×tch. How dare you break my vase?!”
My heart raises “I’m so sorry, I promise…”
“Do you know what much it cost?!” She yelled as people gathered watching.
My eyes was soaked with tears “I’m really sorry, I promise I’d pay for it.” I pleaded again.
“That will be $5million, pay it now!” She yelled.
My eyes widened “F….five million? Where can I get that?” I sobbed.
“Then you should think about it, before breaking into my museum. I’m calling the police.” She brought out her phone.
“No, please.” I held her arm “Don’t call the cops, I promise I’ll pay you after a month please.” I cried, kneeling in front of her “Please.”
“Don’t make me call security.” She grunted.
Tears was dropping from my eyes, repeatedly.
“Fine.” She sighed “Pay me the money within a week because that vase is one of a kind, get lost.” She pushed me and I fell to the ground.
My eyes couldn’t stop bringing out tears. Why am I always careless? My life has always been a mess even in my dream city.
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I was walking down the street, as I dialled the number from the card. I have no other choice, no one will hire me.
The number started ringing and she answered.
Cassandra 📞Hello?
AnnaLeigh 📞 Hi, um… I’m the girl you almost hit with your car. I’m not mad though.
Cassandra📞 Oh, how you doing? I’m sorry about that, I hope you’re fine.
AnnaLeigh📞 Yeah, I am. I… Just need a job, any job, even if it’s a custodian, I’ll accept it.
Cassandra📞 *laughs* Okay, come to my office tomorrow at 9, it’s in Gogol street.
I fake smiled as I hung up, at least I have a job, I wonder how much salary I’ll receive.
Yesterday was the best day ever but today is the worst, not as worst that day, I kept having nightmares till today.
*Later That Night*
CHRIS’S POV
I entered the apartment after a long lectures at school.
I met AnnaLeigh in pink pyjamas and bonnet, watching movies.
“Hey baby.” I kissed her cheek “How you doing?”
“Fine.” She said in a low tone.
That’s odd.
I sighed as I was taking off my clothes, changing into my pyjamas “So how was your day?”
“I…was looking for job today.” She explained.
“Did you see any?” I asked.
“No. But I was called for an interview tomorrow.” She said.
She looks so pale, mere and lost. I wonder what’s with her.
I sat beside her “What’s wrong with you?” I asked curiously.
She smiled at me “Let’s get some sleep.” She stood and went to bed without saying ‘Good night’
I scoffed as I stood and went to bed with her, she faced the other side, not cuddling me.
TBC…
