Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single person asked for the girl's opinion. In their eyes, her opinion didn't matter.
What mattered was that both parties got what they wanted.
And the girl, treated as a sacrificial pawn, was left with no power to resist.
And so, the girl worked in the sweatshop for over a year. Perhaps her situation was so miserable that her supervisor felt a sliver of compassion. He deliberately concealed her true earnings and secretly gave the surplus to her.
The girl took this opportunity to buy herself many daily necessities.
That was when she bought her very first phone, downloaded the app, and got to know Ms. Sherman.
They had pleasant chats, and the girl came to see Ms. Sherman as an elder she could confide in about anything.
No matter how busy they were, they would say goodnight to each other every day and share a few words about what had happened.
