"Thank u next bitch"
- Kris Jenner

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I was woken up in the middle of the night by a loud and rapid knocking on my door. I reluctantly got up and rubbed my eyes.

Who has the audacity to wake me up at three in the morning? I can barely see at night and now I have to walk to the door.

After making my way through the darkness I felt on the door knob and yanked open the door. The building manager stood in front of me with a look of anger on his face. I've been avoiding him since I know that my rent is almost due.

"Hello sir. Would you like to come in for some sink water? A half eaten pancake maybe?"

I said trying to sauce him up. It didn't work since he slammed the door open and walked into my apartment. So rude.

"Your rent is almost due and I know you don't have the money"

Well, he's getting straight to the point. He didn't even try to sugar coat anything. Like shit, can he let me feel rich for a moment.

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm poor. If you would please excuse me I was sleeping before you came in here to call me broke"

I said gesturing him to the door. He rolled his eyes and started walking toward the door. I was about to close the door but he put his hand in the closing of the door.

"You can always agree to the idea I gave you a couple weeks ago"

"You have a wife and a girl friend. And also you're a fucking disgusting human being. I will never sleep with you for money"

"They don't have to know about us"

He said with a flirty tone. I slammed the door on his hand causing him to scream. Once he moved his hand I locked the door and slammed it close.

He swears I'm about to sleep with him just so he can pay my rent. He's a fifty year old man with more than a dozen missing teeth. The smell of cigarettes, shit, and disappointment follows him around everywhere.

I'll be damned if I pop my pussy for that old bag of fart. I'll practically be having sex with a corpse.

I walked to my room and went back to sleep. I snuggled into the floor and went to sleep in peace.

Being poor doesn't change how much I sleep.

Hours later

The alarm clock on my phone rung causing me to pop out of bed.

I tried to sit up on my bed only for me to remember that I don't have an actual bed and that I'm sleeping on the floor.

Before I could walk into the bathroom my phone started ringing. Even though it was a track phone it's still useful. I can throw it at the wall and it still works.

IPhones could never.

"Hello good morning. Am I speaking to Ms. Ruby Carter?"

I recognized her voice as the lady from De La Cruz inc. I cleared my throat and got ready to use my professional voice.

"Yes this is she. Whom am I speaking to?"

"My name is Yolanda and I'm the desk lady at De La Cruz inc. Mr. De La Cruz wanted me to inform you that you have an interview with him today at ten a.m. I suggest you come around nine fifty so you can look good"

As she was talking to me I was just humming. I was brushing my teeth and washing my face as she was giving me details on the job, what to do, and what not to do.

By the time we ended our conversation I was dressed in black dress pants, a black turtle neck, and a black bootie. I paired that with a pair of black sunglasses, a black purse and a bracelet.

The pants was stolen, the shirt was burrowed without permission, and the shoes were taken without consent. The purse was snuck away while I was packing and the sunglasses were mine.

I'm just kidding, the glasses WAS my foster mother's.

Even though my foster mother is a self centered abusive bitch with bad hair and a stank attitude she has good clothes.

Too bad all her top outfits were stolen.

I'm one of the lucky few that escaped from an abusive home. Not many people make it out alive. Leaving an abusive home is not easy or common. I shouldn't be complaining about my living conditions considering the fact that I could be dead right now.

(A/N: if you or anyone you know is being abused please call The National Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-7233)

Since I haven't done my hair in a braided protective style yet I put my hair in a bun and called it a day.

I wouldn't want to not get the job because of my natural hair.

I'll wear my afro when I get the job though.

Today was slightly more different than yesterday. No old man tried to hit on me, there was no crackheads eating turkey legs while having a dance battle and no one threatened to shoot up the bus. I made it to De La Cruz inc with no hassle.

Once I made it the company I got off the bus and jogged to the main door. I check the time on my phone and noticed it was nine forty five. I'm fifteen minutes early.

After I checked in for my interview the lady sitting at the front desk gave me directions to her boss's office. This building apparently has a one hundred and tenth floor. I don't know why there's so much rooms and floors.

When I got to my location I went up to the man that was sitting on the front desk. He was whispering into his ear piece while he typed on his computer. When his eyes landed on me he sighed.

"I'll talk to you later mom, I love you"

He spoke into the head piece. After he finished everything he was doing he asked me what was I doing here. When I said I said I was there for a job interview he rolled his eyes and said of course.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by of course?"

He looked at me up and down and rolled his eyes again. I just meet him and I already don't like him. Before he could leave the elevator dinged. He looked behind me and quickly started to act like he was doing work.

I turned around trying to see what was going on behind me but I was only meet to an office door being slammed shut. I turned back towards the guy in confusion.

"That man that just walked in here is your new boss, if you get the job. Please don't have sex with him in there. I've heard enough moaning to make an album. If you do get the job you can jump his bones anywhere but close to my little cubicle. Now, any questions?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are? What makes you think I'm one of those women that comes here looking for a job just to have sex with the boss? I'm only here because I want my bills to be paid. Taking care of myself is much more important than bringing pleasure to a man"

Before he could respond to me his phone started ringing. He put a fake smile on his face and answered the phone. He just hummed while the person on the line kept on talking. That must be his boss.

"Mr. De La Cruz is ready for you to come in for your interview"

I fixed my clothes and took a deep breathe. I put on the biggest smile I could make and walked towards the door he walked through just a few minutes ago. I lightly knocked on the door and waited for my cue to walk in.

"Come in"

A strong voice echoed behind the door. His voice sounded familiar. I didn't know why. I'm pretty sure I've never meet him before.

I walked in extra happy and closed the door behind me. His chair was facing the window which displayed a breathe taking view of the city.

"Good morning sir"

I said when I finished taking in my surroundings. His chair squealed under his weight as he turned his chair around. The smile I had on my face fell as I saw the asswipe that called me a dumb whore sitting behind the desk. His eyes darkened when he saw me.

"Well if it isn't the bimbo"

Only one phrase can describe my mood right now.

Thank you next bitch.