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The agent

Author: Jessie King
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Ahana

Having thrown in the towel with the telemarketing gig, Josephine and I resume our job search the following week.

“You don't know how lucky you are to only have to come for lectures and then go back to your room to sleep,” Josephine tells an amused Tayo as we are seated in class.

Tayo’s inheritance largesse is enough to keep her nice and comfortable without having to lift a finger.

“You guys are just being greedy,” she teases. “Didn’t your scholarship come with some upkeep? Aren’t you only working just to have extra change? You don't have to if you don't want to, you know.”

All I can do is offer a tight smile in response, unable to tell her what happened to the upkeep element of my scholarship money. It’s easier to let her believe I’m being greedy.

Later that week, we are notified of vacancies at Poundyard , a variety store chain where most items are sold for £1. But it turns out Josephine does have her limits when it comes to a part time job.“I’d rather die!” she exclaims.
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