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Clara’s voice fills my office suddenly and interrupts our banter “Mr Ives, I have Mr Frost with Berkin Industries on the line for you”

Maybe suess I’ll leave you to run your empire, Billionaireman”

“Very funny”

She grins “Thank you for the sage career advice”

“You’re welcoenuineness in oes with Rainbow Press next week And if you have any issues figuring out where you need to be, give me a call”

“Will do”

I watch with dismay as she disappears, out of my office door and down the hallway andprofile on TapNext

Son of a bitch The idea of it e

But Maybe Willis is off-limits So, I have no choice All I can do is sit back and watch the real-live nightmare happen

Maybe

I have an interview today

An I’ to interview but not take the job interview, but an interview all the same

Thanks to Milo, I a with Cassandra Cale, the editor in chief for Rainbow Press—a publishing house located in Manhattan

It’s supposed to be a laid-back reet where I’ll introduce myself, she’ll ask me some questions, and then tell me about the job opportunities that are available within the company

Funny how that still translates to what must surely be a heart attack

My chest is tight andfor just one fucking second, it’d be nice And jaw pain Woht?

Anxiety, party of one!

I take a deep inhale and force myself to walk down the steps of the nearest subway station My new pair of pale pink heels click-clacks against the concrete what sounds like assuredly, but rip the dirty, grimy, bacteria-infested banister to the left of the steps—to preventface first

I ermy hands before I can wash them at the very first opportunity

The noon subway crowd is chaos, and people are everywhere Rushing Waiting Running Walking fast Walking too slow It’s a swirling sea of hipsters, homeless, and upper middle-class worthy of that movie Sharknado