Jane shoves her backpack under the desk and snatches up the envelope waiting on her keyboard.
Payday. Her first payday, after how long?
She tears the flap open, eager to see how far she has come, how far she can go now that she’s among the working again, and her face falls in dismay as she reads the number. Even two of these a month will not cover rent on the lowest listings she’s seen, and what about all those other luxuries, like food, electricity, toilet paper?
That she hates this place merely adds insult to…well, insult.