She Works Hard For The Money Meaning Novelas e Histórias

’’ “ I couldn't have a going around looking like…’’ “Like a slave? Like a popper? like a poor person's daughter?’’ I filled in. "What about me? isn't that my money she's wearing? Isn't that all my sweat and effort? did I not work and have sleepless nights just so the family can run?’’

She continues to work and earn money for her needs. Even though she lives to enjoy what she has, she is not someone who likes to waste money. She is the type of hardworking woman who cannot sit still to earn money from her father's inheritance. *** "Don't get tired, let's rest first," said Anton. "No, I just started working," Monica replied. "You've been working for an hour, it's not good for a young pregnant woman to be exhausted," said Anton. "Don't force me to keep quiet, I can't depend on a man like that woman who chased you," Monica snapped.

I worked for the money and I am reaping the fruits of my labor. She doesn't even know how I sweat to work. She doesn't care about my company neither does she care about the growth. She doesn't even know the effort I put into my work to make the money I have today. All she knows is to come to my office and monitor who is with me and the lady I am going out with. She doesn't have time to think and develop herself.

I kiss her hand and she laughs rolling her eyes. “stop, I am serious. Even if I have money, it's because I have worked for it. I am not so free about it as you are, because I know how it feels to sleep hungry.” “you have slept hungry before,” is more of a statement than it is a question. She is rigid in her seat and I wonder what I have done or said. “I was only saying, I have worked for my money and the ones my parents have left for me, it's there I am sure I will get it once I am in college … if I get in college.”

"Just some menial jobs here and there to get some money." Most hardworking people didn't get paid as much. Golgotha poured her sweat into work and deserved more. Her face was worn thin with worry, yet her green eyes sparkled with an inner joy, radiating happiness against the odds. "I'm expecting some money during the week. Why not stop by on Thursday afternoon?" "Oh no, please," she said, dismissing the offer with a wave. "I appreciate your kindness, but I'm no beggar. But if a messy room or an errand is crying for attention, just give me a shout."

she said " So till then you need my money right ? Now I am your lender and you need to pay me back. Also don't think anything bad....... whoever works in Khurana mansion will get their salary. Even Divya and my mom are also receiving their allowances monthly. You have to be proud that you earned this by your hard work. " I said " You are right so that means I am not free freeloading you instead I earned them right ? then it's okay " she smiled and walked towards my car.

"I would know if I were thinking too much, don't you think? I was tired and that's it. You can't make me stay home for three days... I need the money!" I squint my eyes at her. The money. So this is what all this is about? She's working so hard and stressing herself, pushing her body to its limit just to earn money? Her voice drops. "You won't understand. I know you're helping out with my parents, and so I don't need to complain anymore, but... there's my rent, and I have to pay for some things at school, and then there's my personal needs... If I don't keep working then..." She doesn't meet my eyes now.

he asked, frowning, and looking at her as if she’d blurted out something out of this world. “Don’t be such a snob. We’re not all millionaires. Some of us need more than one job to pay for our stuff,” she angrily defended herself. “I go and help them with simple things, things that don’t weigh much, clean the house, throw some water and dust. They both work and don’t have time to do it. What I earn at the coffee shop isn’t enough for me.”

She dropped it on the table and slid it towards me. “I know women like you, you love to reap where you didn’t sow. It’s money that you want right, there is enough money in there for you to not show your face to my husband ever again” I felt the need to laugh in her face, She had not sowed anything in her damn life. She leached off me growing up and just when I was getting the reward for my hard work, she snatched that away. I worked hard for everything that she has now, the title, the position, the family that she has.

"Stop pretending you've got money. Here—use this. Don't say I never helped you." I pushed it back. "Keep it. I'm good. And this money—" "Save it," she snapped. "You think I don't know what you make? I told you after the divorce—quit that dead-end job. It's hard, it's thankless, and the pay sucks. What's the point?"