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LEILANI

“I’m sorry, Leila. But you shouldn’t have resorted to violence.”

I sat in the manager’s office with a robe over my body and my mask off, unable to believe my ears. “He molested me!” I said, shaking from the violation and shame within me. “He tried to rape me. I had to do something.”

“I understand your plight,” the manager said with a blank expression on his face. “Here at Lustrous, we pride ourselves as a club which fosters good relationships between our workers and customers.”

“If you read the contract properly, you’ll know that in times of harassment, you are expected to make a report, not take the matters into your own hands.”

I shook on my seat, arms over my body. “He literally mauled me in the hallways! How was I supposed to make a report?” I echoed, shocked at the incredulousness of it all.

“I already made my stance clear, woman,” the manager said with a firm tone. “Rules are rules, and you defaulted.”

I felt my heart thrashing within its cage as I listened to him speak. “The man you assaulted tonight was a high-profile personality.”

“As a result of your careless act, we are forced to settle with him and, amongst other demands, he has requested for you to be let off.”

My heart dropped. “What?”

“I’m sorry, Leilani Roberts, but your contract with Lustrous ends here,” the manager said, handing me an envelope. “I hope you understand, and we wish you the best in your future endeavours.”

“We have subtracted the cost of the ruckus today from your payment. You can leave your account details and the balance will be transferred.”

My heart burned with anger and pain as I stared at the manager, unable to believe it. I was getting laid off. For fighting for my rights and defending myself from a s****l predator.

“You can’t do this,” I gritted, eyes boiling with rage. “This is unethical. I will not have my rights trampled because of some hotshot s****l harasser.”

“Ms. Leilani.”

“The evidence is here,” I stated. “You can check the footage if you don’t believe me. Your hotshot personality actually tried to abuse me.” I blinked. “Why do I have to go down for it?”

“Ms. Leilani,” the manager said, cutting me short. “I hope you refrain from speaking carelessly in the future,” he said in a warning tone. “You signed a contract with Lustrous, and enclosed in that contract is a non-disclosure agreement.”

My heart stiffened at his barely hidden threats.

“I suggest you take your losses and leave while you still can.” He passed me a paper. “Drop your details and leave.”

I stared blankly at the paper, a tightening feeling in my heart as I got up and walked out of the office.

“You have twenty-four hours to leave the establishment,” the manager said, and I shut the door with a loud bang.

As soon as I stepped out of the office, I saw my world disintegrate and break into tiny little pieces.

His words rang in my head, over and over again, destroying whatever semblance of hope that remained. I had to leave the room within twenty-four hours.

I knew that. It was standard procedure. The job came with a roof and took it back once you were out the door.

Where was I supposed to go?

Blood pounded in my ears as I headed back to my room, ignoring the people who tried to speak to me. I needed to be alone.

I shut my shared room door as soon as I stepped inside, collapsing to a mess right behind the door. I had deposited all the money I had with the hospital just the previous day.

I barely had enough to eat properly, not to mention securing an apartment. My throat burned and tears spilled down my cheeks.

How was I supposed to survive with no house, no job, and a shitty credit score? I was barely scraping through with my night gigs.

Just then, I heard clicking steps in the hallway and the next second, a knock came from the door. “Leila?” I recognised the voice instantly. “Are you in there?”

I got up from the floor and hastily cleaned my eyes. “Jasmine?” I echoed, opening the door.

“There you are,” she said, stepping into the room. “I was waiting for you in the dressing room.” Her voice was laced with concern. “What happened?”

I stared at her with a pounding chest, unable to speak. “It’s over,” I stated, eyes reddened. “He fired me.”

“What?” Jasmine looked shocked. “That man... how could the manager do that?”

“I have twenty-four hours to leave the building, Jas,” I said, breaking into tears. “What am I going to do? I have no house, no money, nothing...”

“Oh dear...” Jasmine drew me into a hug. “I’m so sorry. Lucious, that bastard,” she swore. “You should sue this f*****g company for all they’re worth.”

“I can’t-” I said in her arms, trying to breathe through the tears. “I signed an NDA. What am I supposed to do?”

“Calm down, okay?” Jasmine said, tapping my back in comfort.

I remained in her embrace until I could finally breathe again. My heart lurched at the thought of my poor mother, lying on the hospital bed in a ventilator.

How was I supposed to cater for her?

“Everything will sort itself, okay?” Jasmine said. “You’ll be fine.”

I struggled to believe it. It’s been over six months since I graduated from college with a bachelor’s in media studies.

I had yet to do anything with my degree because every media outlet I’d applied to had returned to me with a rejection. Some didn’t even bother to respond to my application.

What was I supposed to do with myself?

“You know what?” Jasmine said, stepping away from me. “Come live with me for the meantime.”

A spark of hope lit in my heart at her words. “What?”

“My home might not be the best, but it’s a roof over your head until everything is sorted.”

Gratitude flooded my heart at her words. “Thank you...” I said, moved to tears. “Thank you so much, Jas.”

“It’s okay, love,” she said, wiping my tears like a big sister. “Everything will be fine. Come on, pack up your things. We leave together.”