JANE
At Rachel's statement, I turned to look at our employer. Her face was so ugly, so much that it resembled cow dung.
Or perhaps, dog s**t.
I wanted to laugh so badly. But I knew better than to do such a thing. Unlike the courageous Rachel, I was just a weak ass.
I obviously wouldn't be able to defend myself if she decided to take out her anger on me. I quickly turned back to Rachel and nodded. "Let's go."
My pace was fast as I practically dragged her out of the diner.
We stopped to pick up my boxes and then it dawned on me. We had come here to beg our employer to let me have the empty room beside the storeroom but now not only did we not get that sorted out, we even lost our jobs. A drop of tear slid down my cheek.
With my job lost and no roof over my head, what was I going to
