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ith the miseries of my life and choose whether to stay alive or get thrown into depression and probably end up committing suicide. I know that I will event

I was just six months old. I have no idea about the reason she had to make that decision. What would've pushed her to abandon her six months old baby? That is the question that has been dis

to have my bath before I finally get dressed. Staring at my plump reflection in the mirror, I try so hard not to cry. I

my father got married to the witch when I was just ten, and since then she hasn't had a single child for my father, not even a miscarriage. All she does in the house is bully me and call me all sorts of names. I guess being extremely fat is a curse. 'Lose weight alre

nd amble out of the room. Stepping into the living room a few

blame me for calling her that, it's what she prefers. In all the years she has spent with m

he money, so don't fail us," She says to me like I'm the one that's g

her before I finally stride out of th

my file tightly. They called me for the interview, but I'm not sure if I should go in there,

and walk in since it's opened. Stepping into the company minutes later, the stares that welcome me give me a bad feeling and make me regre

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hat fills my heart. Do they think that I didn't want to lose weight? Do they think that this is what I wish for myself? I also want to be slim and be called

these bitches. Standing up to my feet, I follow the lady th

a young man, the interview

the manager for the second stage, before the CEO would interview you himself," The man says to me w

as per his description, I arrive at the off

minute

y chest as I clench my sweaty hands. I passed the first and second stages, b

most charming young man I have ever seen in my whole years of existence. His raven hair is clinging to his head with some strands curled on his forehead, he has thick eye

Still having his gaze on the screen of the desktop, he speak

s when he finally raises his gaze to look at me, as his brown ch

this time, snapping me out of my world of fantas

r,

my office?" He sna

anager for the final stag

uts me off with pure disgust written

rt beats rapidly as I pray silently that it's not wh

r do you need the security to help you out?" He spits at me, and my heart sinks into my stomach.

tears I have been fighting back finally find their way out of my eye