Little Woman | H.S

One

Annabelles POV

"Anna you're taking the Rosemont building tonight and I don't want to hear anything about it either. Now get your ass out there."

Fuck.

My mind was reeling as I processed this new piece of information. Working the Rosemont Building on a Friday was definitely not on my list of things to do tonight.

"But Marco told me I'd be at Jepson place for the event like not even an hour ago?"

"Well Courtney is sick and there's no other girl who's trained for Rosemont to fill her spot besides you."

"I told you that -"

Carlo's huffed loudly, "I don't care what you told me and I sure as hell don't care what you want. You're working there tonight, end of story!"

After his brief scolding and ignoring my hard stare he turned quickly on his heels and proceeded to exit my room.
I silently screamed at the back of Carlos balding head. His receding hairline was worsening by the day and the gel that slicked the last of his thin black hair wasn't helping it go unnoticeable.

The man I called my 'boss' for the past 6 years exited my room and I silently prayed that after my shift he magically disappeared from my train reck of a life.

Please, don't think I'm over exaggerating when I say train reck either. I was living in a constant hell that I couldn't seem to shake. I tried many things, different routes to avoid this lifestyle but I always found myself being drawn back in like a fish to its bate.
It was the money, definitely the money. Not that I'm greedy or money hungry it's just poverty where I'm from isn't an uncommon state. I definitely didn't want to fall any deeper into the dept of this life than I already was.

After changing quickly from my high waisted pencil skirt and lace bralette I threw a black trench coat over a long-sleeve black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. Working at the Rosemont building required a strict dress code. I had to dress more classy and simple, to appear somewhat elegant for my customers. It was something I wasn't quite used to.

My heels clicked against the hard wood floor that definitely could use a good cleaning tomorrow. Smudges of mud and dirt could be seen on the waxed surface, most likely coming from the bottoms of Carlos shoes he carelessly wore throughout our two story home.

I walked towards the stairs but peeked my head through the last door, hoping to find Cami to vent about my current problem. The room was empty and I assumed she had already left for her shift tonight. Sighing, I descended the stairs and exited through the front door. It was slightly chilly out but rather warm for an October in New York. Wrapping the jacket tightly around me I hurriedly began my 2 block walk to the rather infamous Rosemont Building.

Any other working girl would die for the chance to be stationed at the Rosemont building for a night but I on the other hand dreaded it. Not because it was filled with filthy men who looked at you as just a sexual object - no, it was filled with filthy rich men who looked at you as a cheap whore that was merely just a sexual object for their scandalous ordeals.

Many came to escape from their treacherous lives of wealth and daily servants.

So horrible right?

But, it was mainly a place where cheating men could endure in their dubious affairs without getting caught.

It was good money for sure, their wealth being a great benefit to us since they didn't want their scandals to become known, meaning they would pay extra to make sure their private affairs were kept, well, private.