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her trembling hands. Tears pricked at the corners of h

is another holdup. She doesn't even have a solution t

itterness in your eyes?" A weak voice sa

t on the couch, pale and frail, asked, staring

ed again when she had refused to s

hiding the notic

Mom. Just

eyes n

I'll stop taking my

d surrendered, han

face c

san whispered, tears gatherin

e jobs. Surely one of them will give me something. I'd just have to take extra hours. You don't have to wor

romise" She coed softly wh

alm down and laid her back on the cou

er on, she had lied to her mother about taking a loan from one of her jobs. None of her bosses accepted this. She

g to get a quick buck to help her parents out. She

ther far away or the pay is very low. She was almost at the verge of giving up when

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he universe trying to play tricks on her? Thi

d again. She kept reminiscing on t

he have to lose? She's poor and has a sick mother, and they're about to

da sent a response, her he

n invitation to meet at the Grand Plaza

s. But with their home and livelihood hanging in

r text came in. " You have 30 minutes t

ed out with a towel in hand, drying her wet body. She wore a simple off-shoulder flo

ly a minute, she dashed out of the house, not giv

ves on edge. The opulent lobby overwhelmed her,

ged from the shadows. Tall, imposing, and devastatingly hands

felt a shiver run down her spine. This was the

st. It was obvious she had rushed here, she was sweating profusely. She looked

Amanda to a private suite,

le seat in the room, not caring

u will stay five feet away and when we're at home don't talk to me and mind your business. Understood?" His vo

. Looking at this man alone, she sure does

nd. But she picked two important ones she was desperate to know. " What about ... .I mean.

da Donald, 22, an only child with a sick dying mother. And a father who ca

amily out of the misery