I turned around and stared at my stalker then I walked out of the office. I hurriedly collect my things from the desk and then exit the building without any further complications. I didn't need to be the girl getting kicked out of Mason and Sons, that would forever be with me if I did because stains don't leave, they stay.

....

I let the tears fall as I walked the busy streets of New York City. Persons past by me and gave weird looks but I ignored them. I didn't care what strangers who I will never see again think of me. All I cared about was what I think of me and at this moment my self-esteem was at it's poorest.

Why do bad things always happen to good people?

All I can think about is what am I going to do, my rent was too expensive, food for my dog. Hell! Food for myself. Jeans will probably put me out his apartment if I can't pay the bill.

What am I going to do?