“Better job prospects there,” he’d said. “Friends of mine promised to find me a good one.” A good one to Andy meant a job that would offer very good pay and didn’t require any university qualifications, since he didn’t have any. I wasn’t one to argue though, since I didn’t have any either, and working as a kitchen hand in a restaurant at minimum wage wasn’t something both of us planned for the rest of our lives. Andy wanted to study business and, one day, own his own big corporation with hundreds of employees and a very cool office with an outstanding view, high in the building. Me, I wanted to teach. “You won’t have to work those shitty long hours anymore, Mia. We won’t have to worry about money. You can quit that pathetic job and say good-bye to that arsehole boss of yours.” “Pathetic job,” I murmured under my breath as I stared out the small window to my right. “Arsehole boss.” I hugged myself tight as I gazed at the view. It was beautiful, with bright gold and blues, and just below the plane, there were thick white clouds all along the endless horizon.
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