Chapter 18

Clara's POV

"You have to leave my hotel immediately. Women such as yourselves degrade other women." He went on.

"Please sir, you can't fire me?" I pleaded.

"No, sweetheart I'm not firing you." He said. "I just want you to take some time off and never return." He said it in a caustic way.

I thought I was out of the picture minutes ago, so this couldn't be happening. I now learn that I was losing my job in the worst way imaginable.

My beseeching gaze on him simply made him more irate.

"I don't own a brothel. Please gather your belongings and leave the area. He went on.

"Please," I was able to mumble.

"Do you want to be dragged out of here by the security guards? Perhaps in that manner, the other universities you attend will witness your depravity." His voice was icy.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and I couldn't decide which hurt more—that I had lost my job or that this was how he perceived me.

Perhaps it was time for me to accept that I was lost and that there was nothing left for