If she ever succeeds

Nora was walking around the sitting room of her apartment, her hands folded on her chest like she was pondering something very important.

The house and surroundings were quiet, since their closest neighbours were some feets away from them; and they had all gone to their working place.

Nora picked her phone from the table in front of her, and let-out a grunt when she saw that her email was empty. None of the companies she applied to had accepted her.

Nora sincerely didn't know what department she wanted to work in. She did go to school, but it was barely before graduating that she was swept back into the web of her father's mafia family situations.

Not that she cared, though. She would gladly accept if she got a job as a cleaner, nanny or even a cooking staff—as long as the job would fetch her a little more money to add to the one she had saved so she could fly out of the country and start an entirely new life.

Nora slumped down to a chair in the living room, her eyes spinning