Chapter 3

She dropped her bag on the bed when she felt tiredness. She worked straight 3 hours sitting in front the computer, no breaks and no rests because they were actually running out of time. When her co-agents went into the meeting, no one informed her that there were needed information and datas. She was only told about it after their meeting dismissed. Even Jezreel was tempted to say it to her but they can't leave the meeting without a proper permission. And leaving without any warning is a kind of disrespect. Astreille has no complains about her work, but that was always the system everytime she's in the agency. She needed to exhaust herself too much because they give her tasks late. She faced the mirror before wiping her tears. "No, don't cry. You are a strong woman, right?" She composed herself while forcing herself not to cry. "You have to pay your mother's debts, Astreille. You don't have any rights to complain about you work." She slowly sobbed until it became louder when she remembered what their commander said to her. She wiped the tears on her cheeks like a child. "I said s-stop crying!" she scolded herself. But it's not a big help, everytime she remembers those words, she can't help but to think that she's the weakest person in Earth. She can't really complain on how they treated her, except from the fact that she couldn't complain, she also doesn't have the right to. She bit her lower lip while holding the necklace that her mother gave her before passing away. "Y-You left me with nothing, but only this house that daddy owned. Now I'm paying everything for you, you're the one indebted to them, you're the one who spent all all daddy's money for yourself and for your lover. But why, mom? Why am I the one carrying all your wrongdoings?" She sobbed violently. "I didn't do anything wrong, I've been a good girl b-but why?" She lowered her head because of her chest tightening. There's a lot of questions left in her head since her mother died. One of those is how she'll be able to survive alone, how she'll pay for her mother's debts. Fortunately, her father bought this big house when she was a kid, she didn't worry about that one concern which made her chest lighten a bit. Her mother left a big debt on the agency she's currently working for. Her mother used to be a hacker too, but she stole billions of money just for her lover. Then she died in a car crash, leaving her debts to her only daughter, and that was her. They offered her a good offer. She'll work as a hacker in the agency, her salary, 100 thousand pesos per month. But she can only get 50 thousands because the other half was slacked off her mother's debts which she'll pay for a few years. She's glad that she managed to stay alive by working hard, her life was fine. She can buy what she wants, she can provide for herself. But her mother's debts were billions, so it will take her years to endure her work just to pay for everything. She tilted her head before sitting on the swivel chair, in front of her laptop. She opened her writing account before composing herself. "Calm down, Astreille. Don't cry, there's nothing to cry for, okay?" she told herself. She spent her time writing chapters continuously for her novel. Unlike her favorite writer's story, her story revolves around two couple angels with the same ambitions. The conflict of the story is disturbing but she doesn't care, one of the angels needs to be punished for breaking the rules. A fallen angel. And as soon as she stepped on the mortal's world, she realized how powerful people are to balance being an evil and being kind at the same time. "Wow, I didn't even notice," she whispered while smiling when she saw how many chapters she finished. She's almost at the end. 13 more chapters and the story will end. It's the first novel she'll finish. She quickly stood up from her seat and went down the kitchen. She can feel how tired her body is, it needs a rest, but her sleep will be better if she wrote just one more chapter. She walked towards her kitchen. "My milk, where's my milk?" She clapped when she saw the container on the upper part. Because she's quite short in height, she needed to stand on a chair just to reach for it. She pays a caretaker weekly to clean her house. She doesn't have time to do those things. She always reminded the old caretaker not to put her essentials on a high place, but the caretaker always forgot about it due to her age. She understands the caretaker's work so she pays a higher price. Parents, like her care taker, deserved to be treated fairly. They're the people who works for their family. "Hey, how's your day little cutie?" she greeted her small stuff toy on the counter while smiling. She kissed its cheek while stirring her milk. The stuff toy is already 14 years old, her father gave it to her as a gift for her 7th birthday. Until now, she still has it. "Your mommy is having a hard time, as always," she whispered while stirring the milk. She smiled sweetly and started telling her stuff you about her day although it won't even respond nor hear her. This is her routine, everyday. This is where she lets all of her emotions out everytime Jezreel is busy and she's got no one to talk to. She's used to being alone, especially if Jezreel is not around. It's not new to her any more. But it's much better if you have someone by your side, everyday. It's much better than being alone.