Risa stormed out of the hospital each step of hers charged with fury, her heels clicking against the pavement like war drums, her eyes blazed with anger as her fists tightly clenched at her sides trembled. Rage bubbled inside her like a volcano ready to explode. Her emotions tethering between crying and laughter. Her emotions riotous with tears threatening to fall.
She had come here today with nothing but her pride swallowed to beg—yes, beg for an opportunity, beg for a chance to work for them, to be at their disposal of work.
"How had i fallen to this point? That even securing a menial job had become problematic?" she murmured to herself while making it to the exit. She never imagined she would stoop this low in this lifetime to beg for an opportunity.
