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caught in the net of prostitution never set foot in an educational facility again.
     
    This life was so different than the one she saw for the past fourteen years.
     
    He closed the laptop. “Here we go. Ok. May I see your resume?”
     
    Shit! She should have thought this through. It was silly of her assume that she wouldn’t need any paperwork. “Sorry, I didn’t bring it.”
     
    Looking a bit flustered, he picked up a paper and pen. “No problem. You can email it to me later today. What’s your name?”
     
    Email? What the hell was that?
     
    “Gabby Ward.”
     
    “And how old are you?”
     
    “Twenty-two.”
     
    He beamed. “That’s a good age for the job. You will be required to do stacking and filing, and older women get tired. Our last sales assistant was very efficient but she had to leave because her husband got transferred elsewhere. So what’s your level of your education?”
     
    “Huh?”
     
    He waved his hand. “High school? Diploma? Undergrad?”
     
    Gabby shook her head. She resisted the urge to chew her bottom lip. “No! I...I dropped out of school at a really young age.”
     
    He put the pen down, looking a little irritated. “Oh, dear. I am afraid you’re not the ideal candidate. We are looking for someone who is a bit...knowledgeable. Our customers expect the sales assistant to know about books, to have read some of them, and to be generally more...”
     
    Upmarket? Gabby pressed her lips together. It wasn’t his fault. She shouldn’t have assumed that it would be so easy to get a job. “Thank you.” She stood.
     
    When she marched out, Gabby couldn’t help but admire the cool, swanky places she saw in the mall. If she’d worked here, her life would have been so much better. But she simply didn’t have the right qualifications. Taking out the paper again, she checked the third address. It was only two blocks away. Once again, she marched in her high heels, in the sweltering hot and humid air, towards the last interview. When she reached the neon-green board on the upscale building, Gabby paused.
     
    It was a strip club. Sure, it was a classy place. The money would be good. But sooner or later, she would be expected to earn on her back, and then she would get ensnared into the vicious cycle of pimps and prostitutes again. She dared not risk it. After making her escape, she preferred to work in a place where at least she had the option to say no. Here, she would have to do the work that she was good at, but in which she could never open her mouth to speak. The bikers also expected her to lie down on her back and service them, but if she ever said no, there were no repercussions, no fights. She was a free person.
     
    And her freedom was more important than quick cash.
     
    Gabby turned away. Feeling more than desperate and gloomy, she went back to the clubhouse. After walking into her room, she changed into her old jeans and a green, plain t-shirt.
     
    Was there no hope for someone like her?
     
    Would she never get an opportunity to right the wrong that was done to her?
     
    Was she destined to spend her life, giving men a slice of heaven, while they humped over her?
     
    All the hope that sparkled in her heart ever since she started reading the newspapers to get some information about her job prospects faded. She didn’t have anything else to do. Sure, she could keep reading newspapers, go for interviews, but without an education and relevant experiences, her chances were zero. And that was just plain fact. 
     
    It was better to accept it and move on.
     
    After walking downstairs, she began to wash the dishes that were lined up in the sink. “Hey, it’s not your turn.” Willow marched over. “What happened at the interviews?”
     
    “Nothing much.” Her voice was dull, listless. “They all wanted someone who had either a college degree or a relevant experience in a decent place. And you know me, I am just a loser.”
     
    “Don’t put yourself down, dear.