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The Nation's Jackpot Girl (BWWM)

Chapter 3 Damned Racist

Word Count: 1596    |    Released on: 31/05/2022

lyn'

rse as I slam the d

modest here if their damned boss is a racist? I never imagined

'm some disgusting meal. I give them the sign forcing mysel

s, but I choose not to let them roll off while in this hor

me to the last floor, and I dash out of the co

rs almost fall off my cheeks, so I dip m

h to check the time, and there's still much time for me to while away. It's still noo

I say, sighing. While roaming, my stoma

it and order lunch. Within a few minutes, the attendant serves me m

ve another customer. An interview with Marcel Rey

nessman would reject a hot cake like me because of racism? I have all

rs. Giovanni to send me away, that would have been better than sitting

ds' doesn't mean he owns the world. The rich

n't any malpractice, I would have gotten the job. I had prepared very well

and out of the restaurant with their various needs. I smile at a family of four seated by the corner to m

o next? It seems like a dead end. I had submitted my resume to some companies, but they hadn'

h jobs that pay little peanuts as salaries. It

from the restaurant. I gulped down the remainder of my coke and lay the b

into the horizons. I walked down the

him my address. The driver tries to start a conversation with me, but my monosyllab

nking about now is how I'd get a job to feed myself and be stable. My foodstuff

job soon! That stupid stepfather of mine caused all these. I owe him a kic

called my mom for some money, but my pride wouldn't let

rive home. I pay off the taxi man with a smile on my face. I h

off my shoes at the doorstep, locked my door, and jumped on my bed. I'm s

is already 8 pm. I rub my eyes and reach for my phone. I open

positive one?" Rhetoric. I open

me was an impressive one, and for that, we find you unique and are part of the selected few to be interviewed

Leicester

C.E.O D&

let out a scream of joy as I jump onto my bed

for dinner with a cup of fruit juice while watching an episode from my recently down

y hair in a bun and jump on my bed to continu

m my bed to pick what I'd wear for the interview. I mustn't lose this job again. I don't kn

y documents are still inside intact. I rush to the bathroom to brush and have my bath. When I

. I check myself in the mirror and smile. Yes! I am good to go.

means she has gone to work already. There's a cab droppin

mpany,"

says, and I hop in. He's play

d at D&M accessories; I alight, paid him his money, and t

g. I compose myself and climb the

with a name tag on the left side of her dress Mrs. Bertha, welcomes me. Af

s here for th

part. Take her

here I was led to a room. The innards of the building were heaven on just a building; i

being called inside," Mrs. Ber

d three women; I made them Eight. However, before I sat down, I noticed th

hispered in betw

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“Beauty with brains, feisty dark-skinned Nigerian/American, Jocelyn Gbone Dizon has finally found employment- working as a maid in an older woman's house. While working there, she discovers to her utmost surprise, that her boss is no other than the mother of one out of the four racist CEOs who rejected her job proposal earlier. Incensed, Jocelyn finds herself entwined in their lives, loathing these four bastards- charming and sexy they may be with their dark grins and oh-so-gorgeous eyes. During this difficult time with each other, the CEOs can't bear the heat she exudes, especially when they make the exciting discovery that there's a passionate desire behind her cozy stares and dark, glowing skin. Celyn will spark up the seasoning as the nation's jackpot girl who wins the heart of five powerful billionaires.”