EMILIA“Ughhh” I groaned, rolling to my side and curling into myself as another wave of nausea hit me. “Why does it have to be today?” I moaned.The room tilted for a second when I sat up, and I pressed a hand to my abdomen. “Please, I can’t afford to call in sick when I’m barely one month into the job,” I groaned. “Just don’t fall sick.”My stomach refused to settle, and neither did I. I dragged myself to the bathroom until I was standing in front of the mirror with my bed hair; that was enough to heal a dead man.“It must be the stress,” I muttered to the bathroom as another wave of nausea hit me. “Maybe I haven’t gotten used to being an office worker like I thought I had.”I know. The words sounded ridiculous even to me, but I needed something as an excuse.Two weeks ago, I had been living in a luxurious apartment, waiting for a man who never cared about me except when it was to have sex. Now, I was commuting on the subway, clocking in at noon and pretending that my heart didn’t st
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