Chapter 2

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I finally reach my destination after that long ride in that plane. "Miami here I come".

I don't know nowhere in this city I hope I don't walk into any bad people like my father, it is getting late and it seems no taxi is in sight .
I  continue to walk few more blocks until I came across a hotel named ' Royal blue ' it look so old and ragged but I don't mind . I hope I can rest my head here for a few days, God help me.

I drag my bag in the big hall and walk up to the receptionist who is talking away on her phone and checking her nails that she didn't even notice me.

"Excuse me!" I finally got her attention.

"Welcome to Royal Blue, what can I do for you? " she ask in a disgust way.

Such a suck up b****h, anyway I hand her my credit card and told her I want a room and she hand me my key.
"Enjoy your stay! " she muttered under her breathe, I didn't even reply , I just head to the elevator and wait patiently while a couple is in a hot make out session.

I wish I could experience that ,but who would want a beat up girl like me.

The elevator finally stop .

"Ding! " , I swipe my key and went inside and stood gawking, to say the room is beautiful I would be lying it is breathtaking, it had a massive bedroom, a walking closet and not to mention the bathroom It is  beautiful, I didn't even notice on my way up here that this place is beautiful all because of the distractions. Guess you can't judge something by it's cover.

I ran to the bed and lay on my back it feel so homely but homely is never a word I use because I would be soon on the streets because my credit card cant pay for this room more than a week, then it came me I have to go job hunting tomorrow and I don't have a suit of clothes to wear, I dash off my bed and drag my bag to find a suit for tomorrow.

Twenty minutes later

My clothes were everywhere on the  bed , I finally choose a red blouse , a black and white pencil skirt and a black pumps with my read purse and some jewels to top it off.
(Clothes in media)

I know it is not all that appropriate for an interview but I hope they don't watch my clothes because I really need this job or I will be homeless. I can't really think about it, it make me sick.

How will I manage?

I will see what tomorrow brings.

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