Chapter 8

“Just a few more hours and I’m home” were the words Maia Shelton spoke to herself.

To say she was drained was an understatement.

Today Sunday makes it over two weeks since the young girl started working at the Yapaki lounge. She didn’t clock out of work until three in the morning and when she returned home, she had only a few hours of sleep and then she was off to school.

Balancing work and school was gruesome and she struggled to get accustomed to the blasting music every day in the lounge. The lights and smokes she could handle, but the blasting music?

She has had to hydrate her throat several times as a result of all the yelling she did and once in a while, go outside for a walk to give her hearing a little time to recover.

And of course, wearing earplugs was out of the question.

It was nine p.m when the brunette checked in, and at once, she noticed that Morgan was yet to check in, not that she was keeping tracks or anything.

As she said