The first part of this imagine, is in my first imagines book, so if you don't remember, go back and read.
Enjoy 😊
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Blissa's POV
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"Mrs. Harris, if your insurance isn't paid by tomorrow afternoon, then your policy will overlapse, and you won't have insurance anymore. Since we have age limits on our policies, I won't be able to write you a new one." I told my client over the phone, trying to take her payment.
"I won't be able to pay it by then. Could you at least work with me?" She asked, and I could tell she was getting frustrated, but I didn't care.
"Mrs. Harris, I've extended your payment for as long as I can. At this point, it's either pay it, or lose your policy. I'm sorry, but those are our regulations." I told her as calmly as possible.
"You know what? Fuck it, and fuck you! I ain't wanna policy with y'all no mo, anyway!" She yelled, before hanging up on me.
I know this old bitch didn't.
This is why I hate working with the public.
People are so damn rude.
I literally have gone to her house almost everyday for the past two weeks, to collect her payment, and each time she gave me bullshit excuses.
I caught her the other night at the casino on the slot machines, but I didn't approach her cause that would have been unprofessional. But now she wanna get mad cause I won't risk losing money out of my paychecks, just so she can keep playing around and not pay for her insurance.
It don't even matter at this point, cause if she die, her family gonna be pissed at her when they gotta come up out they pockets to pay for her funeral.
Logging out of my computer, I made a sticky note to call the office and let them know, her policy is no longer affective, before going downstairs, to get started on dinner.
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