Susan's POV"Hell, I have a very bad headache," Candice said, placing her hand on one side of her head as she walked into the living room."What happened?" I asked her and as she sat on the sofa, I could perceive the faint stench of alcohol from her. "You've been drinking," I said as I scrunched up my nose."Yes, but I had to," she replied with a groan."What do you mean you had to?" I asked her as I took a sip from my cup of coffee and then placed it on the table."I went to work, Susan," she replied, placing her head on the sofa."Work? Do you mean you went to work or rather you went stripping," I sneered and she lifted her head and shot me a deadly look."It's my job, Susan and you know that. I need some money and I had to go back," she replied.I shrugged. "Oh well, it's your choice and your life," I replied as I stood up. "I'll make you some ginger tea," I added."Oh, that's better. Thank you, Susan. It will really help," she appreciated as she placed her head back on the sofa.I
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