The fluorescent lights of the small fast-food joint flickered overhead as Dominic Mylod pushed a tray toward Sienna Flynn. He had specifically ordered the gourmet wagyu burger she loved, hoping the comfort food might soothe the jagged edges of her pride.
"Honey, don't let a man like Ali Meeker get under your skin," Dominic said, his voice soft but firm with conviction. "Rejecting a talent like yours isn't a reflection of your worth—it’s a testament to his own incompetence. Mark my words, whatever firm eventually lands you will see their valuation skyrocket overnight. Their loss is simply an opening for someone smarter."
Sienna let out a long, weary sigh, her fingers idly tracing the condensation on her soda cup. "I appreciate the pep talk, Dominic, I really do. But the job market in Dusk
