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I graduated from university this year, and my family and I have just moved to LA because Mom got a job at the Rich family's house as a maid after being jobless for three years. It wasn’t easy for us. While in college, I had to get a part-time job at Mr. Marcelo's restaurant, and the pay was only good enough to pay some of the bills; then Mom had to get the rest. Mr. Marco, who is our homeowner, said that as long as we paid some of the rent, it was okay. Mr. Marco and Dad were the best of friends. He used to come over every single day to see Dad, but since Dad passed away, he hasn't come around much. I mean, those couple of years have not been easy on us; it has not been easy on all of us. Ms. and Mr. Rich are very nice people. They have a son named Jack who is around the same age as the twins, and he usually comes over to hang out with the twins, Jesse and Jesica. They are a pain in my neck, but I couldn't ask for anything better. We just moved to LA last week, and I have an interview at the Newsletter on Monday. I'm hopeful about this opportunity, as it could be a fresh start for us in this new city. And becoming a journalist is my dream. After church, I got my things ready for the interview for the next day, which was Monday. I woke up to the sound of my alarm ringing. I quickly got dressed and ordered a taxi to get to the Newsletter office. When I got there, I quickly went up to the front desk. "Hi, I’m Lily, and I’m here for an interview with Mr. Smith. "Okay, go ahead and have a seat while I let him know," the receptionist replied. "Okay, thank you," I responded. I headed to the waiting area. A few minutes later, a lady approached me." Hi, I’m Kate. " Mr. Smith is waiting for you, this way" she said, pointing down the hallway. I got up from my seat and followed her to Mr. Smith's office. As I entered, I noticed the room was decorated with framed newspaper clippings and awards. Mr. Smith stood up from behind his dull oak desk full of newspapers and stories and smiled warmly. "Lily, it's a pleasure to meet you. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to a comfortable chair across from him" Thank you, Mr. "Smith," I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness." I've had a chance to review your resume, and I'm quite impressed," he began. "But I'd love to hear more about your experiences and what brings you here today." Taking a deep breath, I launched into my story, sharing my passion for writing and my previous work experiences. Mr. Smith listened intently, nodding occasionally and writing down notes. As the interview progressed, I felt more at ease. We discussed the role in detail, the company's culture, and my potential contributions to the team. By the end, I was confident I had made a positive impression. "Thank you for coming in today, Lily." We'll be in touch soon" Mr. Smith said, standing up to shake my hand. "Thank you for the opportunity". "I look forward to hearing from you", I replied with a smile. Leaving the office, I felt a sense of accomplishment and hope. No matter the outcome, I knew I had given it my best shot. I stepped outside into the busy city, ready for whatever came next. I went to visit Mom at work to help her out, and Mr. Rich said it was okay. A few hours later, I got a call from the newsletter. It was Mr. Smith called to let me know that I got the job and I should start next week on Monday, but I have to fill out some documents on my day in on Monday. I ran into the house to let Mom know, and excitement lit up her face then. She pulled me for a long hug. "I'm so proud of you!" her eyes glistening with joy. "You've worked so hard for this." We spent the rest of the evening celebrating, planning how I would tackle my new responsibilities, and discussing the stories I was eager to write. When Monday finally arrived, I dressed in my best professional attire, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. As I stepped into the office of the Newsletter, I was greeted with smiles and handshakes from my new colleagues. The atmosphere was electric, the sounds of conversation and the tapping of keyboards. Smith, my new editor, welcomed me warmly and guided me through the necessary paperwork. "We're thrilled to have you on board," he said, handing me a stack of documents. "I have no doubt you'll bring a fresh perspective to our team." Once the formalities were out of the way, I was shown to my desk, a large window with a view of the bustling street below. As I sat down and booted up my computer, I felt a sense of belonging wash over me. This was where I was meant to be. With a deep breath, I began drafting my first article, determined to make a mark. The city outside buzzed with life. While writing, Mr. Smith walked up to my desk. “Hi Lily, how do you like everything so far?” he asked. “Everything is going well." I responded "Well Lily, this is Mitchell Colander. "He is your new partner.” I stood up from my desk and reached out my hand for a shake. “Hi Mitchell, I’m Lily Wash. "Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you.” while trying not to pee in my pants, thee Mitchell! I mean, thee Mitchell Colander? He is only the biggest journalist of all time. I mean, I read some of his stuff to become a better journalist. “If you have any questions, Mitchell will be your guy. He's been here for quite a while now, so you can always count on him. Let me leave you two alone to get to know each other,” Mr. Smith stated. We both introduced ourselves, and he showed me where his desk was. It wasn’t far from mine. We planned on meeting after work to talk about the stories we were going to work on. I mean, Mitchell had just finished the biggest article in the newsletter. Of course, I’m shaking. We planned to meet next to the cafe off the building. When he left, I continued on with my article. I mean, I tried to finish introducing myself to Mitchell, my partner. I still can’t believe it; Mitchell Colander is my partner. When it was lunchtime, I quickly ran down to the cafe. I mean, I took the elevator, I quickly ordered myself a mint coffee and sat in the far right corner behind the barista counter. Hoping to gather my thoughts before Mitchell arrived. The cafe was buzzing with the usual lunchtime crowd and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I took a deep breath, savoring the minty notes of my drink, and tried to calm my racing heart. Just as I was starting to feel a bit more composed, the door swung open, and Mitchell walked in, his presence commanding immediate attention. He scanned the room, spotted me, and made his way over with a confident stride. "Hey, Lily," he greeted me with a warm smile as he sat down across from me. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. "No, not at all," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I was just going over some notes."