Those words cut Ziza into many tiny pieces. She never thought she would leave her job like this. The job she needed to survive. Left without another option, the girl shuffled closer to the desk, took the envelope and dashed out of the office without so much as a glance behind her.
She saw this coming. So why hurt did it even more? What was she going to do now? She already had electricity and water bills lying around her flat. Her fees hadn’t been paid yet and here she had lost the job that barely met those needs. Of course, she was an upcoming artist but it was only the beginning. It still wasn’t enough to meet all her needs. Hell, she hadn’t even made much from her first album and things were a bit slow. She only hoped good news would greet her when she went for another studio session, which was only practically owned by a classmate of hers.