Her stomach growled. She was house sitting. She smiled despite her hunger. Food and phone her only bills, this month. She was allowed to use the computer. It was the key. The house was nice, but the computer was crucial.
She pulled out her USB chip (her story, life, skills and dreams). Then the transcript from the agent. The edits, a book in themself.
She ate and typed. Two weeks later she mailed the edits. She felt peaceful. It had to work. A week later the house owners paid her, and she returned to her struggle. Checking her email daily.
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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The aftermath of that email was an absolute shitshow of a masterpiece...for Derek. I wasn't there for it, and I will forever be sad that I was sick at home instead, but apparently Cheryl called him into her office and issued him a write-up for harassment for the text messages alone. She let him know that they would be investigating all claims. As a bonus, he, in no uncertain terms, had to leave me alone or face severe consequences. He was also demoted to an assistant manager position on a completely different floor; the ultimate power no longer lies with him. (He had to have been fuming!)
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I hope her story get approved
Great Story😉❤️📝