"They stab you and pretend they are the one bleeding"
~ OurMindfulLife.com
It's been an hour since that horrific encounter. I couldn’t just sit there and cry my heart out, I'm on duty. I have to think a way out of this problem. I'm not going to become a whore of that filth.
I was forced to serve these rich brats while I was dying from anxiety from the inside. Something about their smiles and laughter was riling me up. I was burning up with anger seeing these people so happy and carefree. Uncaring towards the people that work for them. The people who shed their blood and sweat for them so that these people can enjoy this lavish lifestyle. They glance at us as if we are mere pests. They cry and worry about not getting the newly launched car or fashion piece but don't even bat an eye over the problems of their servers.
After completing my hour duty, my shift is now done, I can roam around as long as the guest don't see me or go to sleep, dinner is not allowed due to madam Giulia's o
