As for me, I didn’t get involved in relationships. They never worked and they weren’t worth the hassle of the fights, jealousy, and anger. My mother was a prime example of that after she married and divorced her sixth husband. Women to me were merely toys. They were meant to be played with for my own personal pleasure and, when I was done playing, they got tossed to the side. They knew exactly what they were getting into by getting into bed with me. Some cared, some didn’t. Those who didn’t got fucked by me more than the ones who cared.
Chapter Two
Lorelei
“Now it’s time for you to go to sleep. You have school in the morning.” I smiled as I tapped Hope on the nose.
“One more story, Mommy. Please,” she whined.
“Story time is over for tonight, baby.” I leaned down and kissed her head. “Go to sleep and when you wake up, I’ll have chocolate chip pancakes waiting for you.”
“Okay.” She smiled. “I love you. Good night.”
“I love you too, baby. Good night.”
I got up from her bed, turned off the light, and pulled her door, leaving it open a crack. I poured myself a glass of wine and took it over to the couch, where I opened up my laptop and began searching again for a job.
It had been two months since I lost my job at Praline Inc. The company was going under and they had to cut expenses; me being one of those expenses. My bank account was drained and I had to borrow the rent money from my mom and Nick. I felt bad asking them because they had done so much for me over the past seven years since Hope was born. I was holding my own for the past couple of years until this sudden layoff occurred. I hadn’t been able to find a job since because the fashion industry was flooded with people who had the same ideas I did. As I was looking online, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Stella.
“Hello,” I answered.
“I found something that you might be interested in,” she spoke in excitement.
“Oh? What?”
“A girl I work with was saying that there was an opening for a PA job over at Sutton Magazine.”
“Seriously? Why haven’t I seen that online?”
“It just became available a couple of days ago. Maybe they haven’t posted it yet.”
“How does she know this?” I asked.
“A friend of hers is one of the secretaries there and told her that the last PA just up and walked out without any notice or anything. I guess the guy is a real asshole to work for.”#p#分页标题#e#
“I don’t care about that. I need a job now. I had to ask my mom and Nick if I could borrow money to pay the rent.”
“Shit. I know that must have been hard for you. You should have asked me. I would have lent it to you.”
“Thanks, and I know you would have, but I didn’t want to ask. You know I try to do everything on my own.”
“I know you do, sweetie. Here’s the number to Sutton Magazine. Call their Human Resources department tomorrow and see what happens.”
“I will. Thank you, Stella.”
“You’re welcome and if you need anything, you better call me.”
“I will. I’ll talk to you later.”
Stella Bay and I had been best friends since we were ten years old and pulled each other’s hair on the playground in elementary school. It was hate at first sight, but then after the principal of our school made us sit down and talk to each other, we hadn’t left each other’s side since. Stella became like a second daughter to my mom and she spent a lot of time at our house since her father was an abusive alcoholic. He passed away a few years ago from liver failure and she didn’t even attend his funeral. She said if she had, she would have spit on his grave. As soon as we graduated high school, she attended NYU, worked two jobs, paid her own tuition, lived on campus, and had been on her own ever since. Until she met Sebastian, the love of her life who appeared three years ago and rescued her. She had the kind of love I once had, which was quickly taken away from me at the age of eighteen. Then, a new love of my life appeared; my daughter, Hope. She was everything to me and my life revolved around her and her only.
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The next morning, after dropping Hope off at school, I decided to head to Sutton Magazine in person rather than calling them on the phone. As I stepped into the large building, the nice man at the door smiled at me.
“How may I help you, miss?”
“I’m looking for Sutton Magazine. Their human resources department, to be exact.”
“Take the elevator up to the tenth floor. That’s where Human Resources is located.”
“Thank you.” I smiled as I walked towards the elevator.