13 - Decisions.

It's been more than two weeks, and Isis couldn't help but lament about the decadence of character in the Labour market and how qualifications are no longer a criteria but what one is willing to offer by cash or by kind.

As usual, she had just returned from a job hunt again. For the past two weeks since she left Omarion's office angrily, she had began her job hunt, hoping she'd get job somewhere else and be able to call Omarion's threat bullshit. However, it was beginning to dawn on her that she might truly not get a job anytime soon. She was tired and frustrated already.

Luckily for her, Phoenix was home when she returned that day, and had prepared something for her to eat. She had left for her interview that morning without eating anything. She was almost sure that she'd get that job, but when she got there, it was another story entirely.

"Girl, I'm already so tired of this stupid job hunt. When does this end, uh? Is this how I'm gonna remain jobless?" Isis lamented as she ate her fo