ARYA’S POV
The knock on my door came at eight in the morning, and I knew who it was before I opened it.
Mrs. Marta stood in the hallway, her face was set in the same hard way I’ve been seeing every day for the past week.
"Arya," she greeted with a huff. "I’ve been patient with you enough. When are you paying?”
My chest squeezed uncomfortably . "I know, Mrs. Marta. I'm so sorry.” I nervously licked my lips. “I've been looking for work, and I thought I would have something by now, but-"
"Everyone has excuses." She cut me off with a wave of her hand. "I run a business, not a charity. You have until the end of the month. That's twelve days. If you can't pay by then, you're out."
I gasped, scrambling forward. "Please, I just need a little more time. I promise I'll get you your money.”
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