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I slowly opened my eyes and moved them around. The crystal wall lights, geometrical wooden ceiling and the light cooling of the air conditioner reminded me the events of the last night. Sitting up, I relaxed my loose hair through my fingers. Last night I drifted to sleep on the floor, just beside the large bed because I wasn't comfortable sleeping on that soft bed.
I let out a loud groan as I felt my muscles contracted and the backache. It was probably due to the air conditioner or the cold floor. When my meeting ended with Samara, I came back to this room and laid on the floor. Within few minutes, sleep took over me.
Samara told me about her emergency last night and to say that I was shocked could be an understatement. I was out of words. There was a guy named William who was after her since eleven months. He claimed that he loved Samara and wanted to marry her. However, Samara couldn't reciprocate the same feelings to him. She clearly told him that. At first, she thought that William understood so she decided to continue treating him as a friend.
They both went on friendly dates few times. Samara said she enjoyed William's company because he made her laugh and cared for her. Things didn't end here. One day when they went out at the cabaret, William kissed her all of a sudden. She first opposed to that kiss, but William didn't stop and she found herself losing into him so um... she kissed him back and their make out session lasted longer than she expected.
Samara felt guilty for cheating on her fiancé, so after that, she stopped meeting with her so-called friend. She realized that day that she had only loved one man and that was her fiancé; Ashar.
William didn't agree with her decision. He began pestering her through calls and texts, asking her to reconsider the choice she made. But, Sam-
The few soft knocks on the door disturbed my chain of thoughts. Enduring my backache, I tried to rise on my feet and reached to the door. A middle-aged lady in a white uniform with a light pink apron on it stood at the doorway, smiling at me.
"Good morning, Miss Frances. Your breakfast is here."
I looked down and saw that a tray was balanced between her hands. Reluctantly, I took it from her and closed the door immediately. I placed the tray on the bed and sat beside it. The breakfast included few brown breads, plain vanilla cupcakes, cheese omelet and some butter.
Although the breakfast was simple, but still I couldn't accept this and act normal as if I was staying in some hotel. Accepting their free services was like going against my principles. This was wrong.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in my head so, without wasting a single minute, I rushed straight to Matt's study, leaving the food as it is. Knocking the door for once, I stepped inside the room. He was sitting on his office chair and going through some files. He stopped flipping the pages and looked up at me.
He furrowed his brows and gave me an annoying look, before fixing his eyes again on the file that was opened in front of him, "What do you want? If you're here to argue with me about your stay here then I would advise you to leave because that conversation was over."
"No. I'm here to discuss something else." I blurted out.
"Go on." He said without glancing up at me.
"I want my job back." I said hesitantly.
"Pardon?" He gave me a quizzical look.
"I want to continue work as a cook here." I explained, "You'll not let me work anywhere else and I can't accept your financial favors this way. My integrity doesn't allow me."
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Book cover credit: Alvie Langston .................................................. Eighteen years old, Sanaya Frances was finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She got a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons...