Chapter One Hundred and Eight- Squeal

Amara was content with eating her sandwich. Her laptop screen was alright with tons of job descriptions. She had applied to them all and yet nothing had come of it. Either the market place was a burning hot mess or Amara was a pathetic woman who had nothing to show for her life. It had been months and here she was, taking advantage of a kind man who had opened his house to her and she couldn’t even pay him back. It hurt her in a lot more ways than one. Amara’s phone rang at that moment and it immediately caught her attention. It was better than staring at her laptop with nothing but dismay. “Hey. Chuck? I’m surprised you’re calling. Is everything alright?” Chuck was the one person who had been her link into Andrew’s house. He would give her any tiny little gossip about the staff, he had also been the one to help her with her stuff. The man always cheered her up. This time, however, Chuck wasn’t in his usual gossipy mood. “Am-Amara. I’m shit scared. W-what do I d