Chapter 17

When a knock came upon Cassandra’s door the next morning, she was sitting up on her bed, bloodshot eyes fixed on her laptop. After being able to sleep for only three hours, she gave up on trying to sleep and decided to work instead.

The deadline for submission loomed nearer, and she had nothing to submit yet. Whoever had glorified freelancing to her deserved to be hung on a stake.

They had lied to her. You’ll be your boss, they said, you’ll work on your own time. But no one talked about battling procrastination and rushing to work when it’s just a day to the damn deadline.

And it didn’t help that she was mighty exhausted. Her insomnia was getting worse. Sleep came in tiny trickles now, teasing her with only taste while she hungered for a full course. At this rate, she would gladly do whatever Andino wanted as long as he could guarantee that he would get rid of her insomnia forever.

The knock on her door became insistent.

“Who’s there?” She mumbled. Ther