So, at age 21, I relocated to Charlotte, North Carolina. I was an entry-level employee of a tech company working alone in a modest apartment. I was having a hard time paying my rent and putting myself through education because they didn’t pay very much.
One evening when I was cruising the back roads in my worn-out automobile. I came across a small shop with a crimson roof. It claimed to be a video store, but I could tell it wasn’t by how shady it appeared.
Normally, I would have driven by and disregarded it, but I was fascinated. In addition, I’ve heard tales of women who work in locations like this and get respectable salaries.
I then prepared myself after parking my car.
The building’s windows were blacked out, and it had a modest neon sign. There were a few cars parked here and there. Around six o’clock, the sun had started to set. I exited my automobile. I choose to wear a loose-fitting t-shirt and basic black leggings today. I brought my purse along.
I inhaled deeply as I approached the door.