139. Ian

I still feel like a poor cat, even with more than a thousand bucks in my possession. I feel like a street beggar.

It wasn't my finest moment, but it's better than being a beggar. I had a roof under my head and was on my way for a job interview. But life can't get any more accessible right now.

At first, I had looked over my shoulder every other minute, expecting to see him watching me, but three days had come and gone before I could confirm that my plan had worked perfectly. He knew I was no longer here and followed my phone wherever that lady went. There's no doubt in my mind that he has tracked me to where the phone is, but I'm safe here for some time.

I wanted to try out the job on the flyer. I wanted to work for a powerful man, so it would be difficult for Antonio to touch me. That would be the last thing he expects me to do.

I don't have a false sense of my appearance. I understand I'm pretty enough, but I'm certainly not a deal, so I can apply for an assistant job or a stylist