19/04/2023
In the spaced parlor of a three-bedroom apartment adorned with comfort requirements of a flat-screen TV, air conditioning, a modest-sized refrigerator, comfortable couches, and a glass table in front. With pictures of a light-skinned brunette hanging on the walls.
On the glass table sitting in front of one of the two lemon couches, a bunch of local newspapers lay scattered across the table, a few others on the floor, and come across the other couch. Two brunettes sat across the table, ransacking the papers.
Gazing at a particular heading on the paper with apt uncertainty evident in sea-green eyes, Veil let out a long sigh she didn't think she had been holding. Her expression was one of innocent frustration.
"I don't think I can cope with the job of a bartender."
Flipping the pages of a paper with the picture of a male model as its cover picture, the other brunette gave a glance at the paper in Veil's hands.
"You're not working in a bar, we'd find something better."
Veil bit on the walls of her lips, silently holding back the urge to cry as she stared fixated on nothing in particular.
"When?" Her emotions almost gave her away with that one question. "We've been doing this all day, yet... nothing." She sniffed back the tears that at the moment threatened to run over her.
June shot closed the paper on sensing Veil's tears in her sentence.
"Why not just let me help?" June queried" I can get you a job with just a phone call since you don't want my help with your dad..."
Yeah! Her dad. He was the only reason Veil was urgently needing a job. Diagnosed with Chronic heart disease, he's been in the hospital for months. The doctor said only surgery would save his dying heart. A surgery worth millions of dollars. How'd she ever get such a whooping amount? Hence her search for a job in the most bizarre way.
