# Chapter 9
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Episode 9
One day the family fell apart.
Some might say this is nonsense, but it was clearly true.
Anita Wöröny's family collapsed overnight.
Not for anything else, but for false accusations.
"That's it, Anitta."
Vlad, the middle-aged man delivering the news, has a grim expression.
Vlad, her father's longtime business partner, had known Anita since she was a child.
Vlad came only once a season, carrying thick folders in his steam car.
His visits were always pleasant.
Foreign tin biscuits, foreign dolls, foreign hairpins...
.
Because I used to bring one gift at a time which was not easily available.
'But today's gift is...
.'
sick.
It hurt really, really, really bad.
"sir.
So my father...
."
"I haven't found it yet.
I couldn't find it, so don't ask or tell me the details.
My advice to you is to pretend you don't know anything.
I'm sorry."
My father went on a business trip and disappeared.
Live as if you don't know.
Pretending not to know your only family?
She became an adult four years ago and will make her belated debut next month.
Her father planned to be Anita's first dance partner.
[You shouldn't fall for those with flashy words, Anita.
These guys only see girls like you as toys.
Find someone who is serious and talks less, and who only tells the truth even if it is not friendly.]
Even before your debut, you always said things like that out of habit.
I said it.
Vlad rummaged through the inside pocket of his jacket and handed her a beautiful business card.
"This is the contact information of an acquaintance of mine.
Maybe I can find you a good job.
Just in case, I tell you, never go to places like brothels.
"Because it corrupts your soul."
Unable to react and just stare, Vlad sighed.
"Anita, Anita.
You have to live too, right?
What can I do if I feel unfair?
"That's what people's lives are about."
Vlad forced a business card into her hand.
And then he left without looking back.
Anita looked around the house with empty eyes.
Powerful men invaded and began to clean up traces that had remained in the Wöröni family for decades or even hundreds of years.
A large watercolor that my father brought from an auction.
Cherry wood exhibition room where crockery is displayed.
White ceramic placed on a chest of drawers.
"Well, let's get out of the way first.
"I'm dying because I've been bothering you for a while."
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and passed by.
Anita stumbled a little and collapsed, leaning against the wall.
All situations in front of you.
And all the emotions she felt now were as hazy as a dream.
How much time has passed?
A reddish sunset began to set in the blue sky beyond the window.
Inside the mansion, where there was no longer any trace of heat, Anita slowly woke up.
Even in this situation, I was hungry.
I walked slowly to the kitchen, but everything was a mess, as if a typhoon had hit.
After rummaging around a bit, I found a few pieces of crusty bread in the cupboard.
It was old food that employees had prepared to throw away as bird feed.
'It's difficult.'
It was much harder than the jerky I tried out of curiosity a long time ago.
After filling her stomach with the sensation of chewing paper, she closed her eyes and silently began to think.
'fall.'
There are probably many people who want Wöröni to fall.
'Falsely accused.'
So which one of them framed the Wöröni family? cousin? fellow trader? enemy?
'father.'
father.
When I remembered the face of those piercing eyes, the tears I had been holding back fell.
'nurse.
I miss you.'
Anita buried her face between her knees and cried a lot.
It's more painful to spit than to bear.
I was sad that my father had disappeared without me and worried that he would disappear without saying a word.
If I couldn't go back, I wanted to be alive at least somewhere far away.
At the same time, I hoped that we could return home immediately and overcome this challenge together.
'What now?'
The Wörøny mansion was confiscated.
Even if I could lean against the wall and take a nap until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow would be the problem.
When the second sun rises, I will no longer be able to stay in this mansion.
It's not that I didn't have relatives.
'Sister Malina.
Aunt Alexandra...
.'
But they won't help Anita.
My father hated relatives who stuck around like ants to their benefactors.
I couldn't imagine that they would feel sorry for Anita, who had received cold treatment from her father.
So where should you go now?
'...Business card.'
Anita opened the business card Vlad left behind.
Because I was holding it so tightly, it was crumpled like a piece of tissue paper.
It was the business card of the employer who was hiring.
Are the employees who left Böløni Mansion one by one while keeping an eye on her also gathered here?
'Even if I visit early tomorrow, I won't have anywhere to sleep for a while.'
Tuk-tuk.
Small drops of rain form circles and spread across the pane.
It was a rainy summer afternoon.
Anita was suddenly alone.
***
The Wöröni family is a family of businessmen and untitled landowners.
However, this did not mean that there was no contact with the aristocratic upper class.
Anita's swan father was the landlord and secular lord of the historical Earl Bartlett, and Oe Jong-suk was also the Baron of Livonia.
If we want to be more specific, the Wöröni family belonged to the "upper class, with a slightly lower level because they had no title".
Even so, he was not envious of his wealth.
Anita, Wöröni's only daughter, was inevitably in a position to inherit the family fortune and welcome a son-in-law.
This was enough for the world's poor nobles to bring their children, so among Anita's nominal friends were some children of nobles.
Friends who will leave without looking back if they lose their wealth.
"ah.
"That's also very strange."
Book.
One side of the notebook filled with black cursive writing was torn off without hesitation.
I don't know how many pages it already has.
A corner of the room that had once been Anita's bedroom was littered with crumpled pieces of paper.
They were all unfinished letters.
Anita let out another long sigh and fell to the floor.
So I massaged my sore eyes and looked around the room.
All that remained of the spacious house were a few bags containing his belongings and a small table clock.
"I just wasted my notebook."
The letters she wrote all night were pleas for help to her closest friends.
But in the end, not a single letter was completed.
Probably because he knew no one would react.
'no.
'The thoughts just now were very brief.'
Not everyone will ignore your calls for help.
Okay.
Only one didn't belong to him.
'Lancelus.'
I miss Lancelot.
It's been 3 years since Claunia left.
There was no one else Anita could trust.
Lancelo Edenbahir, who has been with us for almost 10 years, will be different.
Anita herself, and no one else, knew this fact better.
But for him...
.
"...good.
Let's go to the human resources center first.
"If you go and get your face stamped, you'll have a chance to work."
Let's do as much as we can.
Even if you are desperate, nothing will be resolved.
Because time doesn't wait for her.
***
The first thing Anita did when she arrived at the human resources center was change her clothes.
I realized too late, but the clothes she wore were old-fashioned and of good quality, worn unnecessarily among women seeking employment.
There was no benefit in bringing attention to her situation.
After carefully inspecting the interior of the birthing center, Anita entered the narrow warehouse and changed into the most calming clothes she owned.
'It's a good thing I brought my luggage because I was afraid it would be stolen.'
White shirt and navy blue horse.
At this level, it would not be too heterogeneous, even among women.
She smoothed out the wrinkles in her wrinkled clothes and waited her turn in the interview waiting room.
An old woman with a grim expression handed me a number and spoke as she passed by.
"You're lucky, ma'am.
Nowadays, you have to wait at least a week to get an interview at our human resources center.
"Is it a little difficult to find a job?"
One week.
Even though I didn't express it, I was secretly surprised.
'If it weren't for Uncle Vlad, I would have been homeless.'
If I get a job, I will have to send a thank you letter.
Soon it was her turn.
"Miss Anita Wöröny?
Come in."
Anita took a calm breath and entered the principal's office.
Beyond the thick cigarette smoke, the spacious interior of the director's office came into view.
A stuffed yak head, a rug that looks like it was brought from the distant eastern continent, oddly shaped metal pieces...
.
Anita's intuition told her.
I don't think it will be an easy interview.
"Have you ever held a mop?"
exactly as expected.
Aggressive from the first question.