“Will you, please, just let me speak to the manager?” Desperation clawed its way into my quivering voice. 

“I’m sorry miss. You’re not dressed the part.” The security guard in his neatly ironed uniform eyed my clothes as though they some flea-infested trash he couldn’t risk letting into the six star restaurant. 

“But I’m not here to dine. I saw a vacancy ad and I want to apply for the position. Please, just let me in. Please.” 

I couldn’t risk leaving here without a job. As my foul luck would have it, I’d lost my second job, leaving me with just one job and the pay wasn’t enough to cover...