MACEY
I was so glad Sam came around, because honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. If she hadn’t pushed me, I probably wouldn’t have checked my emails and wouldn’t have seen all those interview invites sitting there like unopened chances. Three interviews in one day. Three rejections disguised as polite smiles and tight handshakes.
By the time I walked out of the last firm, I was running on caffeine fumes and disappointment. My head hurt, my feet hurt, and my soul hurt. All I wanted was a hot shower, a cup of coffee, and maybe, just maybe, five minutes of peace.
But peace didn’t seem to like me much these days.
“Macey Carter!”
I froze. My stomach dropped before I even turned around. The voice had that sharp edge. It was too bright, too eager, too familiar.
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