Chapter 3. Considering It

It was on Wednesday afternoon, the week after I met Adriana that I started to think about the job offer. This was all too hard for me. Or maybe it was because I'm such a lazy bitch, and I was just too stupid to find myself another job.

I hadn't changed my car and hadn't even found another apartment. I was still busy selling off my designer stuff, and school projects, then there were my cooking and cleaning, I was exhausted. Yes, it was all because I'm a control freak and have these OCD tendencies.

I usually went to my shrink and talked about this. But since I'm poor, now I just drink it all away. I usually paid for maid service, to clean the penthouse. But I don't have the luxury now. So, I was working my ass off with chores and cleaning the place.

God! I really need to move out. This place is too big for me to clean by myself.

I finally fainted and was hospitalized. Phil found me, before I collapsed in the lobby, stepping out of the elevator.