Chapter 59
Zara's POV
I trudged through the day, my heart heavy with disappointment. Tomorrow was Monday, and I still hadn't received a response from the Marlowe 's son. I had known it was a long shot, but a part of me had held onto hope.
As I walked home, I couldn't shake off the feeling of defeat. I had failed to secure the contract, and now I would have to face the consequences. Mr. Brown would likely cut ties with me, and that wench Teresa would be thrilled to see me fall.
I stopped by the store to pick up a bottle of strong gin. I needed something to take the edge off, to escape the crushing reality of my failure. As I walked home, the bottle clenched tightly in my hand, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
I held them back, refusing to let myself break down. But the
