Chapter 8— Hunted memory

The thoughts clung tightly to her insides as she worked. Her trembling hands didn't get a grip of the pen. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath.

30,000.

Where was she going to get it?

Rosalie let out a frustrated sigh at the thoughts. The last time her mum took out a loan and couldn't pay, she suffered the consequences. She remembered her fear that night.

It was a miracle she was rescued, else she didn't know what could have happened.

But now, there was no hope.

Despite how hard she tried, she could see the situation repeating itself. No, she couldn't afford to go through that again.

No human deserved to. She tugged on her hair as she thought of a solution but her foggy mind didn't let her.

Her insides were clouded with the cold demeanor of Alexander and the thugs issue. She knew her boss was still mad at her and hadn't let go of that day's clumsiness.

Despite her trying to reassure herself, the dreaded thoughts hunted her. She could see herself getting fired.

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