That Message Wasn't Meant For My Boss

Synopsis

Suddenly, my phone screen flickered. The WhatsApp notification made me flinch. I was sprawled on the bed of a small rental room, not even having the strength to move a finger. Today had been fourteen straight hours of work. In the morning, I accompanied my boss to meet clients. In the afternoon, I organized contracts for my boss. At night, I revised proposals for my boss. In between, I even managed to order coffee for my boss twice. What kind of sin did I commit in my previous life to end up being such a corporate mule in this one? I picked up my phone. It was Chiara, my only best friend. She sent: [Hey babe, going out for drinks tonight? A new livehouse just opened. I heard the singer is super hot.] Hearing Chiara's excited voice message, I buried my face into the pillow and replied in a muffled voice: [No drinking, not going. I'm basically dead tired.] Chiara replied: [Alright alright. Then get some rest. I'm heading to the bar to have some fun.] I tossed my phone aside and rolled over, staring at the ceiling. Next door, a couple was arguing. Downstairs, a child was crying after being scolded. Outside the window, the air conditioner unit droned nonstop. Please… give me a break… At twenty-six, I was renting a 300-square-foot room, and the money in my bank account wasn't even as long as my age. I had lived like this for three whole years. Commuting by crowded subway every day, staring at the computer until my eyes burned, and the only moment of happiness was my salary hitting my account at the end of the month. And then, after paying off my credit card, it was gone. When would I finally get rich? I really wanted to be very, very rich.