t I forgot to introduce mys

nds called me Ari. But I used Ann as my Sugar Ba

d glass. With my white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of glasses, I truly looke

blonde hair swayed on her face, it looked picturesque, especially with her blue eyes. When she reac

s planning to focus on taking care of my bedridden mom. I did. Initially. But I al

ea

really sorry ...

I knew as Melody. "Thank you," I said. The

hing at all, like emotional su

assured her. "Truly,

u're always on your own. And now that

ds. But Melody realized the mistake she made an

om rolling my eyes at her. Closed my eyes for a while and when I opened it, I gave her a ve

e I said if y

find Professor Marc Trumberg?"

Are you planning to apply to be

posed in front of a lab. It read 'Clinical Research Assistants Wanted'

... Ari, the resear

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how your mother di

" I answered

.. wh

bstacles. Yet Melody with her typical blonde look, a caring and compassionate persona ... Melody had it all. Family, money, connections. She had it all and so she could give to othe

that. And

o," I said in a calm mann

It took all of our fortunes to pay for her surgeries but I thought it would be

x cents. I had only two days to find another place to live because the ban

h his black tuxedo and brooding look, Alexander offered me to be his sugar baby. It gave me the chance to

t be bonded with his

l in the beginning without putting it in the contra

was b

aky and go back on

epped forward in an attempt to hug me. But I stepped back. Still wearing my polite smile, I said, "I really have t

down her arms. She still had th

of day," Melody said, "You know what?" She rummaged he

but frowned at the co

them for a couple of pre-clinical medical students. I worked with Marc last su

k. "You ... put in the same words w

m. He only sees whether you have a recommen

uly smiled at M

udy materials are compiled and since you'll be undergoi

backed away from her. "Right now, I really gotta meet this ... Marc." I he

Once I got on the fifth floor, I took a right turn to the oncology department. On my way, I passed a trash can where I put

he left. All five opened up to two research laboratory rooms with various equipment. There was another door on the left, a smalle

s my destination. It had the label 'Researc

*

because he was truly desperate to get pre-clinical medical students as his assistants. Per university rule, researchers who guide pre-clinical medical students would be given

st her mother due to cancer. A girl who would lose her life to cancer as well. "I want mor

e treatment they deserve," I added, "It will give

n have to put

these journals." He gave me a thick binder full of journals created by him. "And read this research proposal." He adde

ea

about cancer, but you might want to le

n it,

uestions to the best of your ability. And learn how to report the participants' resu

odd

houlder. Urgh, here

"And I hope you can find your answers w

mile. I did not dare to s

was afraid

was a

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