You're fired!

Nora's hands were placed on her jaw and she seemed to be far away from the world. It was early morning, 2a.m. to be exact. She had arranged all her sales records for the day and was only waiting for her fellow bartender, Lily, to take over the shift from her.

The club wasn't nearly as filled as it was yesterday. It was empty now that it was a Sunday morning. There were still some regular customers chugging on alcoholic drinks with girls sitting on their laps at the far end of some tables.

A low music was playing in the background, and fluorescent bulbs of different colours cascaded on the walls of the club.

Nessa was very tired, and she was forcing herself not to match up to manager Thompson's office and report Lily to him; she has been coming more and more lately these days.

Nora's eyes were heavy, her fingers shaking. She was surely going to pass-out if she had to wait in this club for ten more minutes.

Despite everything that was happening to Nora at that moment, she couldn't