Between Mrs Levaughn breathing down my neck about my unfinished reports and my brother Darius, blowing up my phone about the money I promised him, I was losing my mind.
I sat hunched over my desk in the deserted work area, typing furiously on my laptop, trying to get some work done.
I could still hear Mrs. LeVaughn's relentless nagging, “This is terrible, Kiara. If your report gets any worse than this, you could lose your job. Do you realize that? Get all this done or you can forget about your pay this month,”
I had bitten back a retort, my pride stinging.
I had never been a hard worker and it showed. Infact, I hated any sort of work but unfortunately I needed a job to survive.
So I stayed back, hours after everyone had left to finish my work. My phone buzzed again beside me. Darius,
