Available A loud call made me bolt up from the bed. I immediately ran to the door and saw Heather, my friend, all dolled up for work. She’s wearing a skimpy dress—one that reveals a little more than what she should. “Why are you not yet ready?” she asked me while placing her hands on either sides of her waist. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall before realizing how grave the situation is. It’s already eight in the evening and our work starts at nine! I scrambled back to my room and prepared at a lightning speed. I wore my black collared shirt and an orange mid-thigh skirt—my uniform for tonight. I applied light make-up and a touch of light red lipstick. Placing my hair in a messy bun, I was done. Heather let out a breath of relief when she saw me getting out of my room. It’s quarter to nine. We’re just on time if we ride a cab now. She gave me a sharp look. “You seemed to have slept over the limit tod