CHAPTER 12: BLACKLISTED
ZARA:
I sat on the couch in Mia’s living room, my eyes burning as I stared at the screen of my laptop. The blue light felt like it was carving holes into my brain. I’d sent out over a hundred job applications in the last forty-eight hours, expecting at least half of them to reach out to me with a job offer. I searched every interior design firm on the internet, reached out to every architecture studio, every boutique hotel in the city. I was desperate, clicking refresh like a woman possessed, hoping, and praying for a sign that my life wasn't completely spiraling into the abyss.
My inbox was nothing but a graveyard of dreams. The responses were the same, negative and heartbreaking.
"We appreciate the time you took to apply to Urban Living Designs. Unfortunatel
