"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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The next day, I received my cheque from Red and immediately changed out of my shorts into a more appropriate outfit before heading to see Mom's doctor.
"Doctor Fred, can we proceed with the surgery now?" I asked, my heart filled with hope. He sighed, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his fingers together.
"I know you're trying your best, dear, but we can't proceed with the surgery until you've paid at least 60% of the bill."
I swallowed hard. With the money I got from the man yesterday and the cheque I had just received, I could afford the surgery—but there were other bills to take care of.
"But don't worry, Angel. I believe you'll manage. The money you've already deposited is enough to get your mother admitted and begin chemotherapy," he added reassuringly.
I pursed my lips, staring blankly at him.
"T-that's a good thing, right?" I asked, my voice tinged with hope.
He smiled, and nodded.
"Yes, Angel. Your mom's illness hasn't reached a critical stage yet, so we can begin chemotherapy while we prepare for surgery."
Relief flooded through me. I stood up as he did, gratitude swelling in my chest.
"Thank you so much, Doctor. I'll have her admitted by the end of the week."
"That's fine, dear," he said warmly.
I thanked him again and left. At least now, there was a glimmer of hope that Mom would be okay. But I needed to work harder.
Maybe I should take on another job. I had to get her surgery done as soon as possible.
As soon as I stepped into the house, my phone buzzed in my purse, making me jump. I pulled it out and saw Red's name flashing on the screen.
My brows furrowed—why was she calling? I didn't have a show today. I swiped to answer.
"Hey, Angel. Sorry for the sudden call, but you need to be at the club by seven sharp." She spoke urgently.
I frowned. "Why?"
"The manager wants to see you. Oh, and bring your resume along."
"My res—"
"Okay, see you later, babe!" She cut me off and hung up before I could ask any questions.
I stared at my phone, confused. Why would the manager need my resume?
Shaking off my thoughts, I went upstairs to look for my documents.
I tore through my room like a madwoman, flipping through drawers and overturning stacks of papers.
"Where the hell are they?" I groaned in frustration.
"Angel, sweetie?"
I turned to find Mom standing at the door with a gentle smile. I forced one back, not wanting her to worry.
