~Maya's POV~
I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called.
Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress.
Me: Hello!
Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach!
Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.
Me: Well, I lost my job, so where is this hotel?
Mishka: “Archers’ hotel, put on a sultry black dress, and get your ass over here.”
She hung up the phone. At the very least, I’ll be able to make some money today. I started putting some of my clothes in the closet
