CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: No Choice

KARINA TUMBAGA’S Point Of View

IF I HAD only other options, I would not approach this woman. Embarrassing too much! But my face is thick, I have to. I needed money because I thought she was the right person to contact. I knew I had to earn money cleanly, but I couldn’t do anything because I didn’t have a decent job to get.

As soon as I entered the house, she said the rest house was immediately sworn in luxury. I don’t know if she owns all this house because she is obviously rich by the way how she dresses. I’ve seen her in a magazine and I can’t believe I faced her in person. I’m not fond of celebrities or models, but when I see her now, I keep admiring how beautiful she is. She is like an angel lowered to earth. Exquisite and very smooth. Her clothes look so expensive and branded that I often just shop around from a thrift or secondhand store. It’s enough for me to even be in a second-hand or a thrift st