CHAPTER 5

All through the night, Amelia could not really sleep because her mind kept going to the strange caller who had seemed to just want to make his presence known.

What had he been on about and how exactly did he plan to help her? It didn’t make sense that someone called her out of the blue like that and then she thought maybe Frederick was pulling a prank on her as payback for what she did.

She quickly dismissed the idea because she knew that Frederick did not have the mind to pull off a trial like that and follow through with it. He was more of a direct attacker than a subtle one.

The thought of how I had endured all these while despite that he has such little grace and so obvious that he was nothing without his money made me sick.

I was in love and duty bound. I guess but it ends now.

It is high time I stopped wallowing in self pity and waiting for his properties to be splitter. I have to make a living while I wait for everything to fall into place

“Where are you going dressed like that?” Joy asked and J looked down at my outfit. There really is nothing wrong with it. It was one of the luxury dresses I wore as Frederick’s wife.

“Looking for a job,” I shrugged.

“Looking like that?”

She replied, giving me a once over with a look that says she didn’t believe what I have said.

“What is wrong with the way I am dressed?”

“Nothing, just that you look more of a made woman than one who is looking for a job. No one is going to believe you are looking for a job looking like that.”

I sighed as I thought about any other option I had. Everything I have looks pretty much like this. I sighed and sank into the cushion.

“Alright, what do I do now? I agree that all my clothes look like that but I do need to get a job. I cannot continue to sit around waiting for him to make his next move. For all I know, whatever he does may either affect me negatively or positively. I need to be prepared for that.”

“I could lend you some of my clothes.”

My eyes lit up immediately as she got up to bring some of her clothes that I could fit into. After a thorough and careful search, we were able to find some that looked good on me.

Well, maybe not so good, I thought as I looked in the mirror. Joy just shrugged.

“I guess it’s because you have worn luxury clothes got too long that makes it look like that. You can make do with this till you are able to afford clothes that fit into our class.”

I sighed, when she says it like that, it makes me think of how I have fallen from grass to grace. Who would have thought the me who had gotten used to holding balls and events is now going to be on the streets looking for any kind of job just to make a living.

I shrugged the thoughts out of my head instantly. It is not good for my mental health

I stepped out of Joy’s house for the first time in the week and it felt like I have been gone for years and that was when it hit me. I don’t even know where to start looking for a job right now. Nothing prepared me for this. I have believed my life was sorted for the rest of my life and didn’t prepare for this rainy day.

I fought the urge to abort my mission and go back inside but the urge and determination to make something out of this kept driving me. It kept pushing me to the point that I knew I have to come like everybody else if I ever have any hopes of finding a job.

I started with acting jobs from posters in the street but I lacked experience and the quality they wanted. I tried applying to be a secretary or an assistant but they didn’t want me because I have been out of job for too long and it was also risky for me to reveal my identity to them.

Chances are that I already know about my situation with my husband and I wasn’t about to risk my only chance at survival with any negative side to my divorce.

I sat at a chair in the cafe after a long six hours, I was tired and the only consolation I had was that it wasn’t dark yet but I don’t think I have it in me to approach other places.

I kept checking my phone for whatever, I did not even know

Maybe something about the divorce or even the anonymous caller. I can’t even call them back if I wanted to.

I starred at my documents which were on the table. I have what it takes and even if I lacked experience, I learn fast. However, the only reason many of them gave me was that.

My eyes caught a restaurant across the street that says they needed a waitress. My heart skipped a beat.

I cannot seriously consider that as an option. Me, a waitress? My body moved involuntarily and before I knew not. I was standing in front of the door, hesitating to knock.

“Hey, you look familiar.”

A voice from behind me said. Of all places for someone to recognize me, it has to be this place

I sighed and turned to face the speaker. It was an old woman who looked like she may have dementia. I laughed and made my way inside without sparing her a second glance. I went straight to the reception.

“Hello, I am here for the job.”

The receptionist looked up with something that looked like pity in her eyes before she replied me.

“I’m sorry, we just hired someone.”