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all I’ve got going for me.”
    “Why is a high paid job so important to you?” Tuyen asked. Angela sighed again and shrugged.
    “I just want a little security. My parents were always between jobs when I was a kid and I hated having no power for days at a time when they couldn’t make the bill. And when they died, the only money I did see was barely enough to pay off their debts and finish my last semester of high school. I managed to score the scholarship to study here, but I’ve got little-to-no savings. I need to be able to get a job as soon as I graduate, or I’ll spend the first few years chasing myself to catch up.”
    “Doesn’t your degree offer internships or something with organizations in your final year?”
    Angela pulled a face at the question.
    “Yeah, they have a graduate system. They only take in about half of the class though, and those are for admin jobs. There’s one company that offers a career-starting opportunity but they only take about ten or so people. I’ve applied, but the chances…” Angela sighed and shook her head, “I need that job.”
    Smiling softly, Tuyen leaned in and kissed Angela gently on the forehead.
    “Have some faith in yourself Goddess. I’ve seen your grades.”
    “It’s not just the grades. They get hundreds of applications every year. I sent mine in as soon as they were taking submissions for my class, but that doesn’t mean they’ve looked at it yet. Hell, maybe I’ve jinxed myself and it’s just sitting at the bottom of a growing pile. If anything, I need to pray that they actually pick up and read my application,” Angela’s frown deepened. “It’s like a damned lottery.”
    Tuyen chuckled and shook his head, surveying Angela’s prone figure with a lopsided smile.
    “Well you’re not going to do yourself any good worrying about it. Just relax a bit, Ange. You’re out for the rest of this week at least, and I’ve got the doctor’s certificate to prove it. So, you may as well make use of the time, and give yourself a break.”
    Sighing, Angela lay back against her pillow and managed a weak grin. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
    “Not a chance.” Tuyen grinned widely. “I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”
    “What about your work? You can’t hang around here all the time.”
    “Maybe not, but I’m going to look after you while I can. Those drugs working yet?”
    Giving up her protests, Angela shrugged limply. “Maybe?”
    “Well, you just lie there and let them do their thing, okay?”
    Angela sighed softly and settled back in bed, eyes following Tuyen as he began to pick up after himself in her room.
    His dark hair fell down over his eyes as he bent down to retrieve his jacket, allowing Angela to appreciate the toning of his upper body as she watched him move. She was surprised at the level of muscle toning he actually had: while Tuyen didn’t exactly look scrawny, the shirt and jacket she often saw him wearing hid a lot of his body’s detail.
    His now-vomit-stained shirt hung down over one side of his back, but on the other side Angela noticed a long scar that ran down his shoulder blade. Frowning in confusion, she opened her mouth to ask about it before he stiffened slightly. Almost as if he’d heard her thoughts and didn’t want to answer the pending question, Tuyen stood and turned back to her with a disarming grin.
    “Food?” He asked as he pulled the shirt from his shoulder and shrugged his jacket on. Caught off guard by the question, Angela managed to stutter a few times before shrugging her shoulders and half nodding. Smiling in satisfaction, Tuyen left the room.
    Shaking her head in bemused wonder, Angela rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes, her mind wandering over the mental image of Tuyen as she felt the drugs taking their effect on her. He really is too good to me…
    When Tuyen walked back into the room a few moments later with a tray of food, Angela was sound asleep.