Charlotte
This week was the worst I have had since the week where dad collapsed. If I was forgetting that Nathan was a rich asshole who had more influence than I could ever dream, my inability to even get a job interview despite my impressive resume, reminded me. The closest I had gotten to finding a job was when the secretary of a packaged foods company called me back to say that I should not bother applying to any of the subsidiaries.
Elizabeth was giving me her own version of the cold shoulder which consisted of leaving early in the morning and coming home late at night so she would never have to speak to me. And when I tried to talk to her, she answered were monosyllabic and old. Or she would just shrug. Once, when she came home to find me on the couch instead of at work, her eyes f
