After breakfast, we all got dressed for work. The lists would have to wait until later. While the guys headed off to their respective jobs, I stayed behind, polishing up my CV. I double-checked every detail—formatting, grammar, making sure the experience section looked as strong as possible. I even added a brief personal statement at the top, something clear but warm, hoping it would make me stand out.
Once I felt confident with it, I printed out several copies, tucked them into a neat folder, and stepped out the front door with purpose. The late morning sun was already warm, casting a golden hue over the sidewalk, and the city buzzed with its usual rhythm—cars honking, people bustling, the scent of coffee drifting from nearby cafés. There was something quietly thrilling about stepping ou
