Greg’s words hurt. Silje wasn’t ready to give up yet, but still, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. When she returned home, she looked back at her past two months.There were at least a few thousand models in New York. In this saturated city, Silje was one of the countless new nameless models.When she told Aunt Skina about her modeling, she screamed at her.“A model? Are you crazy, Silje? Have you not learned your lesson yet? How could you do this your adoptive parents back in Norway? Have you forgotten everything?”It was a never-ending reprimand and when Aunt Skina was finally done, silence fell.After staring at her for a while, Silje replied quietly.“No, Aunt Skina. Thanks to you, I haven’t forgotten anything. For over a year, I have worked in your store like a slave without being paid. I never complained despite your verbal, emotional, and financial abuse.”“W-what?&rd
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