Lucille didn’t give up.
Every day, she applied to more jobs. Some companies didn’t reply. Others sent rejection emails that all sounded the same:
“We regret to inform you…”
She had read those words so many times, they no longer hurt. But today felt different.
She had walked a long way to reach the office of Norrcom Allied Solutions, a company that specialized in business partnerships. She had seen the job ad online. Partner Relations Officer, and knew she was perfect for it.
But when she arrived and gave her name at the gate, the same thing happened again.
“What pack are you from?” the receptionist asked at the security booth.
Lucille took a shaky breath. “Downtown Pack.”
The woman barely looked at her. “I’m sorry. Only elite pack members may enter. Company policy.”
Lucille stepped aside.
She didn’t argue. She was too tired.
She walked to a bench nearby and sat down. The building stood tall in front of her, made of blue glass and steel. It looked clean, modern, and powerful. Everythin
