•Willa•
The cab I hailed home from the office stops outside the mansion. I breathe out a fatigued sigh as I open my bag and bring out some bills.
"Here," I say as I lean forward to hand over the driver his fare.
"Thank you, Miss."
Without a word back, I push open the cab door and step out. When I close it back, the driver makes a turn and drives away.
"Ugh! How hard can working get?"
I turn my neck left and right, accepting the aches as I stretch the muscles to loosen the tightness.
Working isn't easy at all.
I've been at the office from morning till now; this evening. Not only does it require lots of movements and thinking, it's so noisy.
And today was especially bad for me because everyone at work—the managers and team leaders wanted to introduce themselves and get to know one another.
I honestly wish they'd show less interest in me as I do in them.
With another tired sigh, I press the bell on the fence beside the gate to get the gateman to open up.
