The Spurned Billionaire's Proposal

ni

etic jingle of a coin or three tinkling together greets me. I pay the cabbie and then he is

at the apartment complex

ngeles. Just like everywhere else, there is the elite, expensive side where the socialites stay, the orderly side wher

heels are in my hand as they are every other night. After spending the entire day on my feet

. Our landlord does not have the extra penny to waste on security for people like

ne’s phone ringing. The tiny lobby is also unmanned, and in fact many people use it to keep the few broken and useless things they don’t want anymore. It w

hing still works. I am quite sure the batteries have not been changed in more than a year. I am later

ht causing each one to sag suspiciously. They will collapse one day

r on her face around her eye when she brushes past me. I make no comments, I simply continue to the next flight of stairs. In a neighbourhood like ours, it is much better to pretend like y

aily mail. The mail is the only system that still works efficiently in this building; the bills will not pay themselves. I drop into a crouch and gather the h

ke eight steps along the wall but it is clean and it is home. I sling my wallet and the papers onto my perfectly laid bed and go into the bathroom to freshen up. The makeup goes

have received a compliment or two in the past. I don’t complain about my tips, sometimes they are the ones that pay my bills and not the actual pay. If not those two, you could decide to wear full length trousers and long-sleeved tops in the heat of the town but in a place like this, where the only person hungrier than you is the person next to you, that is almost no

ater has long since stopped working and even though the night i

and tired. There are dark circles beneath my eyes and my

so shit?” I as

egin speaking to me. She would tell me that great treasure awaits me and I’