The next day, Ariana was up before her alarm. She had barely slept all night, tossing and turning with a troubled mind. As glad as she was that she would finally be getting a chance to properly prove herself, there was a flicker of doubt somewhere down, whispering what ifs to her.
By the time she finally got to sleep, it was already 1 am, giving her less than five hours of sleep.
“Fuck.” She hissed, staring at the sleep-deprived demon in the mirror. She ran a hand over her face multiple times, groaning.
“You got this, Ariana.” She told herself. “You’ve waited for an opportunity like this! You’ll give it your best.”
She forced a jaw-breaking smile, slapped her cheeks, and entered the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, she was dressed in a blue corporate gown and ready for the day. Thanks
