Keli busied herself, tired of being irritated and miserable, moving small pots and containers here and there, trying to catch the dripping water and console herself that that meant she didn’t have to pay for a litre of water to wash with the following day.
“Ahh, what the heck,” Keli muttered to herself, she’d risk the last of her phone battery to check her bank balance for the umpteenth time that day.
Keli slumped back on the mattress, fighting the rising panic in her chest, her mind groping for a solution to survive another couple of days.
Keli was there in seconds, and found herself balancing a large tray of drinks on her way into the main part of the house.
She shivered jubilantly as she gained access to the CEO’s phone and by default, the company’s finances too.
