Chapter 7: Pressure Gets Her

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She lifts her eyes to see who's on the door. Darcy is standing in the door wearing a black skirt with white shirt and bright red lipstick and her classy glasses. She looks so steamy as always. She gives a beautiful smile as she walks towards her.

"Morning Anna darling! " she greets.

"Morning Darcy " Hannah replies.

"Boss's calling " Darcy says.

Hannah huffs nods. Darcy chuckles and goes out.

She takes a deep sigh and gets up. She sets her glasses as she walks out of her cabin.

She reaches to his Boss's room and knocks.

She enters and she sees david sitting on his chair with alot of files scattered on the table.

"Hey Hannah! How're you feeling?" he says in his casual tone while putting the file on the table that was in his hand before.

"I'm fine, thanks. " is all she reply.

"Have you started the story yet? " he asks while crossing her fingers.

"Umm no, not yet... " she replies hesitantly.

"Hannah we've got only three months, why haven't you started yet? " he asks while lying back on his chair.

"David I need time. You're putting pressure on me. I can't do it so fast. Three months... Its really a very short time period david. " she says while rubbing her knuckles.

"That's all you've got girl. Only three months. If you'll do this than how can you be a good author Hannah? You wanted to be a famous author. You've got the chance and you're telling me the excuses? I wasn't expecting that Hannah! Atleast not from you. I was thinking you've already written the prologue! " he says in rude tone.

" I'm not telling you excuses David, I'm just saying that I need time. To think. To warm up." she replies.

David huffs and stands up. He comes towards Hannah and lay back to table. He crosses his arms and legs and rubs his chin, finally after a minute he speaks.

" Hannah dear. I'm pressurising you because I'm in need of a good story. And you know why I gave this task to you? Because I trust you. I know you can do it. You always come up with amazing ideas that shock everyone. Your stories are lit. Your stories have got high standards. And all I want from you is to write. Plus you've got opportunity to come in front of people and show how much you're passionate about your work. No limits. Write it with your heart and mind. " he says while rubbing Hannah's arm.

David is not only rude but sometimes he is sweet too.

She takes deep breath and nods.

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Hannah stops the car and comes out of it after doing nothing in the office but to think all day about the story.

She knocks at the door but she listens the sounds of wrangling in her house as she pushes the door, the door is open. She instantly comes in the house.

She sees her father and grandfather are arguing with each other. While females are trying to calm them.

"Dad if you didn't kill her brother, we could've saved our house! " her father shouts and leaves outside.

"I was saving your mother, damnit! He was a motherfu*ker! He attacked your mother! He did that! He ditched me! " grandpa shouts back while her father is going outside.

Dad.. Hannah calls worryingly.

"Grandpa? " she asks while he also leaves to his room.

Hannah raises Eyebrow at her mother while she goes outside after her father.

Her grandma goes to see his husband too. While kids are standing opening their mouths.

Her aunt rubs her temples and sits.

Kids leave the lounge and go to their rooms.

Hannah sits on the couch with her aunt and asks.

"That pamphlet. It was the last warning. And the lawyer came here when you left. We called your brother and father. They came. And the lawyer told us that tomorrow is the last hearing. And he clearly said that he can't do anything. We've got nothing. We don't have any solid reasons. " she tells.

Tears come up in Hannah's eyes and she stands up and goes to her room. She closes the door and starts crying.

They're loosing their house. Now what? Where they'll go?

They've got nothing. David is asking for the story. Only have three months. No house. No pay. Nothing...

Depressions takes the place and she cries alot until she falls into sleep.

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