where the darkness ended and we began.

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Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck i am so late for this interview.

It's at a big company, i don't know what they do exactly, but i don't really have to, I'm applying for an assistant job, and I'm pretty sure my degree has nothing to do with whatever they do, I'm just in it for the money.

I didn't even bother looking in the mirror. I grabbed my resume, shoved my feet into my only pair of "professional" flats, and bolted for the door.

"Eat something!" my roommate, Luna, called out. She was lounging on the couch with her girlfriend, Monica, looking far too relaxed for a Tuesday morning.

"No time!" I shouted, already halfway down the hall.

"your loss!" she adds.

"my loss is unemployment!" I fire back, slamming the door behind me.

I practically dove into a cab, rattled off the address, and started praying to every god I could think of. I moved to Seattle right after graduation because it felt like a fresh start, far away from the ghosts of New Jersey.

Luna and I clicked immediately; she's thirty, the "cool" kind of thirty who manages a bar and doesn't pretend to have her life together.

So yay! more day drinking for me!

We live in Seattle, so it's pretty big city, yet i can't accomplish my dream here and that is why i'm applying for this job, to save some money.

Well not some.

A lot.

A lot of money.

I'm deep in thought when the driver interrupts me to say we've arrived. Great, i quickly pay, thank him, glance at my watch; ohh only 30 minutes late, i am so screwed.

i look at the skyscraper, towering over me and take a deep breathe before heading inside.

The receptionist was kind enough to tell me the floor number, 43...it was 4fucking3

Of course it was some crazy high shit like that

I take the elevator, sit down in the waiting area, and silently pray this somehow works out.

To say I'm anxious would be an understatement. I keep playing with my fingers. That's what i do when i nervous

"Ah, Ms. Miller. I never thought you'd make it" Some blond guy said, he was cute honestly, about 6ft, with brown eyes, looked roughly around my age.

"Yes, i'm sorry about that Mister...." crap.

"White. Logan White." He held out a hand. I took it, trying to keep my palm from being too sweaty. "Alexis Miller."

"Follow me Ms. Miller"

I trailed behind him into a sleek, minimalist office.

"Have a seat" he said, gesturing to a chair that probably cost more than my rent.

"Thank you"

"Can I have that?"

I blink at him, confused, until i realized that he's pointing at my resume "oh right! yes here you go"

he takes the paper, and starts to read it. His face stays neutral, which is...both terrifying and slightly comforting. Until, he gets to the degree section and raises an eyebrow.

"I know, I know it has nothing to do with this" i blurt out as i gesture everywhere when i say that.

i continue " But i think being an assistant has nothing to do degrees, you can't judge my assistant skills if you haven't seen me...well assist!"

The second the words leave my mouth, I freeze. Dear God. I just yapped to the guy my entire plan depends on.

"oh shit I'm sorry" my face falls into my hands, yup i definitely screwed this up

"Don't be", he easily says with a smile tugging at his lips "You're bold i like that"

He leans back in his chair. "Let me ask you this though. So you want to get some money so you can pursue...this correct?"

"yes"

"why?"

"excuse me?"

"why? why this? specifically this"

I take a deep breath. "this has been my dream for as long as i can remember, i want to help, do my part"

he nods satisfied, he stays silent thinking things over.

" well, fuck it, you're hired"

My jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Are you serious? Oh my god, thank you! Thank you!"

"you're welcome, so do you have any questions about the job?"

"yes please, umm who will i be assisting?"

" me, basically you work for me, no one can make you do other things around here, i'm pretty important" he says with a smirk oh so proudly "i work directly under the big boss"

"oh okay that sounds great"

"good. well i'll see you Monday"

"thank you so much again" i say that as i leave.

As I step out, I exhale the breath I've been holding.

this was the most stressful 45 minutes of my life.

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