Chapter 9—Fired

Rosalie sniffed and gripped her handbag tighter. She just got out of the elevator and despite how hard she tried to console herself, it didn't work.

She made him lose that deal.

He was angry!

He left her there and she took a taxi to the company. Her steps wavered and she sniffled as she sighted the office.

Why was she unlucky?

She keeps getting into trouble every now and then. And now, she jeopardized her job.

But it wasn't her fault. Her anxiety was at work.

She didn't believe she could experience it again. That was the main reason they came to New York. Her paranoia ate her up wherever she went.

Suddenly, she paused in her steps at the sound. As she strained her ear to hear clearer, a high pitched yell filled her ears.

She could figure out that yell anywhere.

A tell tale feeling surged through her but she shook her head. She wouldn't believe it. She had to see.

She trotted to the office and pushed the door open. The moment her orbs rested on the figures, all courage, hope she felt