It was Alita's last day in her job, but she was yet to know that.
She pulled her bag from the rack and ran out of the house, she was late and she hated being late. It wasn't exactly her fault, or maybe it was, her nightmares from last night had been terrible and she'd taken a little more than the usual dose of her sleeping pills, the consequences were what she was facing this morning.
She worked for the Williams family, an upper class, wealthy snobs that treated her like trash but she couldn't care less, the pay was good so she simply went, took care of the boys, and tried to mind her business, although that was hard considering how Mr. Williams was beginning to find it hard to keep his old, wrinkled hands to himself.
