My coworker Sabrina once asked me for $300, her voice trembling as she said it was for her sick mother. I was struggling myself, but I helped and trusted her promise to repay me in two weeks. Those weeks passed with silence—no money, no explanation. Frustration built, and I rehearsed exactly how I would confront her for lying and disappearing. One afternoon, I finally saw her leaving a luxury salon, looking refreshed and put-together. Anger surged. I followed her outside, ready to confront her, but everything inside me froze when she unlocked her old sedan. ….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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