CHAPTER TWO

She had severally had encounters with employees where they either do not see her match the competence of their job analysis or that they couldn't employ her because she doesn't have enough work qualifications or that they were not giving out jobs to students.

There was a time she wanted to get a job at a pizza shop but was declined because they thought she'd eat more than the samples due to her body size, to them, she looked like a foodie. There was as well a time she was rejected because she looked too beautiful to serve a coffee. So many crazy reasons that were enough for her to stop her search.

Thinking about why she lost this job now made it the top reason on her list. She had never had an encounter with a person who just wants to get between her legs.

Hannah walked gloomily in a sluggish step that made her situation a little obvious. She walked past a coffee shop that was just a few miles away from the hotel. It had a job opening for a server but she hissed, walking past it.

"There was no point. I am either too beautiful or too curvier to serve a coffee," she scoffed as she continued her walk to the nearest bus stop.

She waited for the bus for a few minutes before the bus finally arrived. She sat by the window side, resting her head against it. She stared outside as her eyes caught a glimpse of Cora walking inside the coffee shop. She paid no attention to it but a thing in her felt she should have gotten her contact details.

A few moments later, she was standing in front of her door with a pile of letters stationed on the ground. She bent to pack them out of exhaustion before finally opening her door.

There was no point checking the letters since they might just be the regular cliches of reminders or a quit of notice.

She dropped her things on her bed, before grabbing the jug on the counter, and gulping down the water directly from the jug.

She walked and stood in front of the mirror and as if she needs self-encouragement from her reflection, she began to strip herself till she was fully naked.

She stared at her huge boobs and bulging stomach that was a result of the water she had just drunk and down at her curves.

"What can this body do to profit my life?" she asked herself before grunting and sinking into the bed.

"There has to be something this body can do to offer me aside from fucking the hotel manager!" she said again to herself, lying naked on the bed with her legs and hands spread out.

"There has to be something!"

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Hannah stretched and twirled lazily in bed just like a typical unemployed young lady who has nothing to worry about nor a doubting thought of getting a disengagement letter from work.

She gradually opened her eyes and later turning her head to look around her usual room that had nothing different in style except for the fact that she could be kicked out soon.

She turned to her side and just like a typical morning, her thoughts strolled back to how she had never gotten anything right in her life, about how things had remained stagnant and unyielding. Just when she was getting deeper in her thoughts, her phone rang.

She reluctantly stretched her hands forward to grab the innocent phone sitting by her bed side. She looked at her screen that displayed an unknown number. Even though she wasn't in the right mood at the moment to discuss a thing with whoever was calling, she picked the call.

"Hello," Hannah said to the caller who seemed to sound so busy in the background.

"Is this, uhmm," the caller said in a masculine voice. There was a total silence for a few seconds from the caller's end before he spoke again. "Is this Hannah Greenfield?" the caller concluded.

"Yes, yes!" she answered with enthusiasm, a reflection of how desperate she was to get a call that sounded so professional.

"You submitted an application a few months ago at a pizza shop, if you could still remember..." the caller stopped again speaking to someone in the background.

Hannah sat up in bed with a broad smile on her face. "This could be it" she thought with a delighted smile.

"Yes, I can remember clearly,"

"Oh, good. Could you come by the store right now?"

"Oh, yes. I'll be there in a few minutes, sir," Hannah answered joyfully before waiting for the caller to drop the call.

She hurried out of bed before pulling her clothes off. She rushed to the bathroom and within seven minutes, she was done.

She looked among her neatly hung clothes, getting the one dress she had specially left for this moment, a moment when she was called for a job.

It was a neatly ironed suit dress that stopped right above her knees. Since it was just a pizza shop, she was a lot skeptical about the shoe that was going to go well with her dress as she wasn't willing to do too much or act like she was overexcited for the job, even though she indeed was.

She pulled the dress as she couldn't find any shoe to fit other than a heel which doesn't seem to be perfect for the occasion.

Hannah finally opted for a pink flared dress that stopped above her knees. It was hiding her curves and her body shape, just so they have no chance to decline her the job offer.

The dress was beautiful and was responsibly revealing her legs. She nodded in approval before putting on her new white sandals, complementing the look with a white bag.

She brushed her hair and folded it up in a high ponytail, adding a white bow to assemble her facial look more before hurriedly applying a light touch of pink lipstick.

After checking herself for the umpteenth time in the mirror and nodding her head with a smile, each time, she rushed out.