Tracy POV
I sat in my tiny studio apartment, staring at my laptop screen and the rejection email I had just received from Vanya's assistant. After humiliating myself by begging for a job, after swallowing my pride and admitting how desperate I was, she had turned me down with a polite but firm "thank you for your interest, but we have no suitable positions available at this time."
The rejection stung worse than a slap across the face.
"Suitable positions," I repeated out loud to my empty apartment. "Like I'm not good enough to even clean her toilets."
I closed the email and opened i********:, scrolling through Vanya's latest posts about Goddess Jewelry. The company's social media was full of beautiful photos showing happy customers wearing her designs, glowing reviews from satisfied cl
