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You stare at your laptop, scrolling through all the job postings for the current available jobs in Los Santos. You’re kinda hating yourself for moving here but you did it because your boyfriend wanted you to come with him, so you did; but you found out how much of an ass and how abusive he was you left his sorry ass, though if anyone asked he would say he dumped you because you were a slut, which isn’t true at all. So when he left town you were torn between feeling happy, because you have a decent apartment, but also a little annoyed that you didn’t have enough money to move to a different city. Hence why you’re scavenging the job posting, looking for some kind of job so you could have some money for food and rent; your savings was getting low and you really didn’t want to be kicked out of your apartment.
While scrolling through one job catches your eye and you click on it. You read the posting, seeing that this person was looking for a maid, preferably a live in maid, to clean the house, cook meals, maintain the yard and whatnot. The thing that had you pulling up your email and sending the guy a response was that he stated that the live in maid would have basically everything paid for-food, rent, electricity, the whole works- and since he has a big house that the estimated starting rate was around $2000 a week.
You feel a little awkward sending the guy your resume, seeing as you are 26 and have your Masters in Clinical Psychology as well as a Masters in Medical Science, meaning you have extensive medical training including first aid and CPR, with two Associates of Electrical Circuits and Computer Programming, highly grateful that your grandparents left you with enough money to put yourself through college; what can you say, you went to college at 17 and slaved away until you came out with your four degrees. Four useless degrees that weren’t helping you get a job in any of those fields. Baby steps right?
Not even ten minutes after you sent the email you get a reply, saying that the guy would like to meet you at his house and asked if tomorrow at 10 AM worked. You quickly replying, saying that 10 AM was good for you and you were looking forward to it. You stare at your laptop screen, watching it send the email and slowly you get this feeling like this would be either the best decision or the worst decision of your life. You shrug the feeling off; guess you’ll just have to see what tomorrow brings.