PIAYING THE CEO'S GAME

the cover of the homepage right atop the hideous pink background was a smiley black-haired lady obviously in her mid or late thirties. The

money off her. Not like I felt like a criminal for doing so. I would simply put it as, making a living off a w

le cooked up digital world, stored in

atter and wasn't something I should be bothering myself about. I was the best at my job and even if my we

tasty piece of awesomeness into my mouth one after the other. This business had taken me four whole years to grow and I would pick it a million times

These used to give me shaky feet but not anymore. I would choose this ten times over working at other people's homes scrubbing the fucking fl

elplessly watching me and my little sister go door by door around the neighborhood, asking people

and I promised myself nothing wou

e door swinging open and close. I raised my gaze in expectat

pace beside me on the cushion. She bent to rip her sneakers off her feet and continued to grumble, her full wavy

body, with tall legs, causing her a 5'7 height that I felt should have been mine. I on the other hand had eyes the color of coffee and cream and was what'd you would call slim-thi

on to her drama, folding a hand over my bosom. I bet

22 and taking perfect guidance and responsibility for

ed the open kitchen and gulped a cup

It was funny how we always talked about this but she sti

eping my tone and reply casual. Inwardly, I prayed she doesn't push this a

mimicking the position of my own arms. I unfolded my arms, breaking free

JoJo. You have to be able to fini

und in objection. 'Give me a chance. I mean, look at you.

nwardly at

oked up at her, my voice already weakened by

r sapphire eyes grew cold

ust what I

ing to end up like yo

, help me so that I don't rip her careless mouth

seem to be stopp

ould become what ev

! Please, would you? Jesus Christ!" So

ntil you give me a break.

ly if you are a lady." I locked gaze with her and she rais

n't you j

e making me live the life you couldn't h

ces but with low melancholic tones, and icy glares, hard and sharp enough to prick through your hear

packed my laptop into my arm and made

ll not be the kind of girl everyone knows go

first time hearing a baseless lie about myself from others, but

her confession. 'Because my sister is a hardworking lady who works

from my frozen face but I managed to blink back t

d Chips at

n her face brig

es