CANVAS GIRL

PROLOGUE

CANVAS GIRL

STORY DESCRIPTION

Husuella is a more than capable a graduate. At the age of 24 having graduated two years ago, she struggles to survive in a city full of millions of her kind. Despite being learned and inspired, she does a lot of odd jobs in order to survive. All the jobs she gets hired to are not related to her profession in any way and still she gets herself fired from all this jobs.

CARTEGORY.

Humor

Disclaimer

This work is purely a work of fiction, the opinions, information and views expressed during this work are solely those of the authors imagination therefore any resemblance to real persons or events should not be taken personally.

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Prologue

''No no no no no, umph!'' she exclaimed as she started falling backwards down the stairs in front of Kimasuta cafeteria where she had been working for the last one month. This was not happening, again. she had not even received her first salary for the month which was about due today and yet she was about today yet she was about to get herself fired. The thought of starting from scratch again made her cringe but suddenly she was falling and her thoughts drifted off to a prince charming appearing from nowhere and saving her the damsel in distress not and stopped struggling to stay upright knowing she would soon be falling into the safest hands ever.

The throbbing in her head woke her up from her world of fantasy and she realized she was on the ground." she is crazy, how does one fall while smiling? this one should see a doctor," she raised up her brow in question before slowly opening her eyes.

"Wow," she marveled at the handsome beauty hovering above her. The suit he was wearing seemed to be quit expensive but that was now out of question. She , the strongest independent woman the world could never afford and she did not need a man in her life. it was certainly clear that the person marveling at the masculinity of a man was not her for certain.