DEA
The rejection email still burned behind my eyes as I stepped out of the building. Another failed interview. Another polite smile masking quiet rejection.
My savings are slowly draining day by day. Even though Arthur sent money to my account, I never used it anyway. My pride and dignity just won’t let me.
“Why am I such a big failure in this life?” I sighed to myself and hugged the folder against my chest, pretending the sting in my lungs was from the cold air and not from humiliation.
That was when the feeling crept in, that familiar prickle crawling at the back of my neck.
I slowed my steps and looked around. Someone was definitely watching me from afar, just like all the other days that I can’t help but feel hopeful that it was Arthur though I had never sensed his smell for the
