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ke back. It was two p.m. in the afternoon, the rushing hour of restaurants, and the shop was so ful

everal other people calling my name and hissing terribly from not taking

to faint with that amount of customers,” I said with a chuckle to Ken; the chef. “Guess who almost lost his arms while cookin

lp my family who were financially unstable. My father had died some years back, leaving me and my mother to face the wicked world alone. Unfor

only three today, it was exhausting but I had to do this to fend for the family. “Can I go now? There aren’t any customers and my shift begins

place of work, I arrived there and started my shift. It was a supermarket, and my shift ended at eight p.m. We always had lots of customers

mirks from drunk customers. I despised this job but the pay was very good and customers dropped tips almost every time. It was after eleven p.m when I got home, I

or even lift a finger, only her eyes moved from time to time. I was emotionally drained, and I wished Mom w

rom a store before collapsing on the bed.

g to kill me. I ran past everyone, colliding with a few people before getting to the store. This was my firs

he people who walked in silently. The people of the higher society think so

race,” I whisper-yelled, making her chuckle. “I am just so exhausted from working so endlessly these days,” I complained. “Th

nights from now, they need a night gift server. The job is not stressful and the pay is very good. I will give you the address to a

her making her frown at my gesture. I looked forward to this job mainly because I had

me. Surprisingly, there weren’t many who had come to apply for the job. I was asked a few questions which I answered, a few m

oulder of a broad man, he was so broad that I had to look at him. I turned to f