"So, Ellie? Are you in? I will just give my boss a call, and you can start this evening. Don't worry, I will have your back."
That is easy and tempting, but still, a big capital NO! "Thank you, Grace, but no. My attitude towards alcohol will not let me last even a minute in that place. I can't deal with drunkards," I mumble.
"Then what? You would rather have nothing to do than this?"
"I will have something to do. I believe that, Grace. Just not that,” I retort.
A moment of screaming silence.
That is not even an option for me. This other s**t referred to as a brothel too. I can't visualize myself serving drunkards or entertaining people by twerking my naked arse in the name of surviving. I might be stripped of everything, but not my principles.
"You know, back in high school, Ellie, I
