Yara's POV

"Listen Ms Sanders, I can't wait any longer. My patience is wearing thin and I hate what I can do when I'm impatient. It's either I get my money or throw you out of that flat. " said the ever-so charming landlord of mine, Mr Ramsey.

I let out a tired sigh, rubbing the bridge of my face with my free hand. "I don't have the money right now Mr Ramsey but I promise to have it. Just please give me a few more days." I plead with him.

"Giving you three days. And my money better be in full." he said without any emotion.

"Three days is too short to find all that money. I need more time." I try pleading again ,tears threatening to fall. Ugh, why am I so sensitive?!

"I don't care if it's too little time. All I care about is my money, period. " he says with finality and I get the urge to throw something, anything, at the wall.

"But I -" I start to say but get cut off by the beeping of my cellphone, signaling that he hang up on me. Great. I place the phone on my desk a bit too hard and blink my eyes quickly, getting rid of the tears in my eyes.

How the hell with I pay him back in just three days? That's 6 months of unpaid rent were talking about and he wants it in full. I rub my temples and lean back in my ratted office chair. I can feel a massive headache coming up.

I have six months of unpaid rent. SIX! And that's not including this month. And let's not forget the Eight thousand grand I have. Isn't life just wonderful?

My phone vibrates, signaling a new text. I pick it up and unlock it, going straight to my messages and sigh when I read it. "Dear Yara Sanders, your account ending *****783 has been credited with K1,181. Available balance K82.97"

Great. Guess who got paid and went instantly broke? Me. Another message came, reminding me that I spilled the bank K7,319.

A knock pulls me out of my thoughts and I look up to see Missy, my Co worker and arch enemy by the open door.

"Can I come in?" she says even though she is already in. She sits her invisible ass my desk and flashes me a patently insincere smile.

"You okay? You look horrible." She remarks and I give her my own faked smile.

"Everything's peachy. Need something?" I say to her and she brushes a strand of her fake hair off her face.

"Laura asked me to drop this in for you. She wants the documents on the flash disk edited." She says, handing me a silver memory stick. "And also, I need these typed and edited." she drops a huge stack of papers in front of me with her own hot-pinl memory stick on top it.

"When do you need them?" I say through gritted teeth, making her smirk like the devil himself.

"Tomorrow. 11am," she says and gets up "hope it isn't too much."

"Nope. Just fine." I say, not even bothering to fake smile this time.

"Good. See you later honey." she says with a wave and walks out, swaying her hips like a hungry cat.

I get to work, starting with Laura's draft, which wasn't too much of a pain swing as it was only two pages long. I was done within twenty minutes and started with typing Missy's work, editing it in the process. There were a lot of unnecessary mistakes that not even an 8 year old could make. She probably did it to get on my nerves.

By the time I was done with it, most of the workers had left. My eyes stung from staring at the monitor for so long. I had successfully transferred the typed and edited work to her memory stick. I went to Laura's office and left hers in her desk drawer. I sent a message to her, letting her know where I put it.

After that, I leeave the office and head home to my warm cozy bed. All I want to do right now is lay flat on my bed wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets as I cry myself to sleep. I don't usually do this but it feels necessary after today.

My rent's long overdue, I have a stupid loan and my damn job doesn't even pay me enough. I could leave and try locking for another job but this place has few publishing companies so finding a job would be so damn hard. Asking for a raise is out of question because trust me, I've tried and it was in vain.

With a sigh, I haul a taxi and get in, giving the driver the directions to my flat. I just wish things would start to look up for me.