Dollar Signs: Do You Only See My Money?

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rk at eight o'clock at night. I managed to use some of the advance my grandma gave me to wrangle myself a hotel r

lly can't

ney I still got treated like crap. Maybe I should stop

, not really paying attention to what's on the screen. I need a plan. I wonder if I could go back to m

sibly lose other than a tiny bit of my own pride? Looking down at t

? What more could he

s number, perhaps morbid fascinati

ngrily. "I've been calling you

and composure I'd been strug

you should answer th

Except only one of those things is true; I'm no longer his assistant. If our earlier conversation is

he says what he wants to say, the sooner I can g

ier," he sa

abou

ght have been

that and now that he has, I'

ay to buy

tes. I guess he's not used

ay, wasn't it?" I blurt ou

in his breathing. I'

, I apologise,"

in

g else but he doesn't. I have

rrow," he says, his earlie

'm not about to tell him I've quit,

ou

not be in

n't tell if he's

where just so I can tell him in person. His face would probably be a picture. I wonder what he'd actually say if I told him ev

all the blame on him. It was hard even b

d. I told my gran so easily yet I can't tell this complete stranger. Perhaps it's b

't answer, "I hope you'll give it another go.

on't

sider it?

there. But then I think back to the look of disappointmen

e you to

it," he says and for a