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“Dior?!” He chuckled. “That was hella big, right?” “Super!” I smiled while looking afar. “She is quite living her dreams now. I badly want to finish my studies now so I can earn and travel.” “By the way,” Rael started. “I contacted a writing agency from Singapore.” What he said caught my attention. “They are scouting Authors who can write on their platform, well, earn of course.” I blink my eyes, looking at him. “You might want to pass your manuscript? Who knows fi they will offer a contract. They are also into adaptations for movies and audiobooks, it’s your dream, right?”

Probably for when he goes into the city to blow off steam and get laid from time to time. His scent was so faint, I could tell when I got here that he hadn’t been here in a LONG time. Considering I left in a hurry and with very little at that, I knew I needed money to continue to survive if I was going to remain hidden from the pack. I knew I was being hunted, so I opted for getting a job that I could do while working remotely like being a telemarketer or call center support person. I scoured the web until I found the perfect position - doing medical billing from home.

“Enough to move out. Enough to breathe. I don’t want to depend on anyone.” “That’s fair.” “I was looking for extra work before everything got… complicated.” “What kind?” “Admin work. Remote assistant jobs. Maybe data entry. Anything flexible I can do in the evenings.” Adrian nodded immediately. “I can help with that.” I looked at him. “You can?” “Yeah. I know a few people who hire freelance admin support. Nothing huge, but decent pay. Remote. Flexible hours.” Hope sparked inside me again. “Are you serious?” “Completely. Send me your resume. I’ll look it over and forward it to a couple of contacts.”

It’s so frustrating to deal with Adrian and his constant manipulation techniques. A part of me wants to remain burrowed under the covers, but another part realizes that if I ever want to leave this place unscathed after my plans are done, then I need money, which means I need a job. Working at a physical location might not be ideal because then Adrian would just find something to ruin that for me, or he may even pay them to fire me. Which means that my only option is a remote work. I grab my phone as I quickly begin to browse the internet for jobs that might suit me. I find some that are located within our small town, but with options to work from home, so I quickly copy their emails and sen

Who knows waiting for an email from an organization, and hoping the said email would have attached to it, a job offer, can cause someone to reach such a stage of anxiety I never bargained for this unnecessary migraine. I am okay with the freelance writing thing I have going on on Upwork. Though the income is nothing compared to how much I love spending money, I am okay, because it isn't much of a brainer. All I do is be a ghostwriter for some author or help write school essays and get paid. And all these I do from the comfort of my home. But my mother doesn't trust that I can survive on such meager wages. She doesn't want me to resort to begging on the street if, after her death, Romeo decid

, she asked “you cant keep working yourself off in this house… you can’t do this for ever you know “ Well, what do you have me do?” I responded while I threw a chip in my mouth “this is the only way I get to keep myself busy and to stop myself from drowning in my thoughts “ She looked at me and yanked the back of chips from my hands “Lily, look! I know you’re feeling disappointed about not having a job, but have you tried checking for remote jobs online? I mean… honestly, I think it’s gonna be a way better option for you than working in public spaces, since you’re trying to keep a low profile. Think about it” As she spoke, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to have a shower.

Blake pressed on, "Usually, people share about themselves such as your job, lifestyle and others. Do you have a car, a house?" Liam answered plainly, "I'm a freelance writer. I rent my place and don't have a car. Driving isn't really my thing." Intrigued, Blake asked, "What do you write?" "Web novels. It's a decent living." Liam said. "Really? Can I check out your work?" Blake further inquired. "Sure, I could show you," Liam said, looking slightly embarrassed as he patted his empty pockets. "Sorry, could I use your phone? Seems like I forgot my phone at home."