Chapter 7

Changing into my tee and shorts, I headed home. The silent cab was a welcome respite from the boisterous club, my loud thoughts weren't. Even now I bothered about a lot of things. Was my mum okay? Her caretaker was getting a little grumpy off late, had she neglected giving mum her night medicines? What would mum and Agnes think of the five grand I was bringing in?

They'd be suspicious, that was for sure.

And now I had to think of an excuse to make up for my sudden amassment of wealth. My job? Not an option. It's higher ups couldn't afford to pay their workers in advance, and even if they did, wouldn't scratch the surface of two grand. And there was the fact that I'd just been fired.

I groaned in agony. Now I'd have to think of how to get a new job. On and on my thoughts went, from one problem to another until the driver stopped in front of my worse for wear apartment.

It was a glaring contrast to the luxurious club.

I was practically Cinderella ret