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I wake up with a start when a stewardess nudges me warning that I should fasten my seat belt so the plane, on its way to Los Angeles, California, can land.

After a beautiful but tedious two hours of disembarking and searching for bags, I was finally able to get into a taxi, which was absurdly expensive, to go to my humble apartment that I bought online.

I wouldn't pay 3 plane tickets just to see a house! Don't even wait to get here to find one. Hotels are expensive.

When opening my first home, I came across dozens of boxes where my things and some furniture, which I sent and bought, are probably crucial for me to settle down; such as a bed, a refrigerator, a closet, etc.

I took a heavy breath. The feeling of satisfaction at seeing my new house is soon gone when I see everything I need to tidy up. Next week, the job I managed to get in a large banking company that worked with holding management began. Only God knows how happy I felt when I received the email accepting and hiring a job in the administrative sector.

I'm 21 years old and this will be my first formal job. Currently, I only have a technical course in business administration and some distance learning in advanced financial mathematics and environmentalism, but I intend to use my salary to graduate in something, I haven't decided what yet.

The first thing I do is go get a glass of water, or rather, fill the little bottle I had with me and drink it. I had no idea where the glasses were. Soon I saw what the interior of the apartment was like. Obviously I had seen pictures of it, but I had to check if it was really okay and see it in person.

It was a simple AP, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen attached to the service area and a room that was at least spacious, probably because it also had to be the dining room. There was no structural problem and the only thing that bothered me was the colors of the walls, something that I could easily change.

I need to draw the layout of how I want the rooms. -I mentally write it down.

I can be a little controlling in everything that happens around me, I like to have knowledge and control over everything. I don't like to be caught off guard and I prefer everything to be planned, I like to follow a pattern and be knowledgeable about what needs to be done.

No surprises, everything organized.

But first of all, some change, I needed to get some wages first. I had to pay installments for the furniture I bought and will buy.

I had a generous inheritance from my parents and a lot of money that I saved over time, but they are gone with the property, the plane and the freight for sending the furniture, apart from the taxi.

- He really must have left me bordering on red. - I mutter to myself indignantly.

It was already 15:30 and I didn't even have lunch. I took my cell phone and ordered food online, while I wait I'm going to streamline my life and put in the place the furniture that I didn't need to assemble, like the fridge, sofa and appliances.

There were already fixed cabinets in the bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. What a joy. And me being the great lazy person that I am, but organized, I just put the clothes bags inside the bedroom closet so I wouldn't see them.

What the eyes don't see the heart doesn't feel.

And I was putting in each room the appropriate box with the belongings that would stay in them, so I could take it to clean one room at a time.

I made enough space in the living room to leave the mattress right there, I wouldn't even try to put the bed together. The guy who will assemble the bedroom furniture will come the day after tomorrow and the guy who will install the stove, washing machine and shower will come tomorrow.

Priorities, right?

(...)

It's been 3 days since I arrived and the AP's furniture was all ready, I just needed to organize the clothes and accessories along with some things I have to decorate.

Today's tasks are: Fill out the rest of the job paperwork, pack one of the closet parts and go shopping.

God forbid I spend money on the snacks I'm making these days. I need to get back to making my own food!

After making that little mental note, I went to the bathroom to do my hygiene. I had already had breakfast so after taking a shower I was wrapped in a towel to the bedroom to choose an outfit.

I stared at the clothes for a long time until my cell phone rang, catching my attention. By the touch it was Miley, a great friend. I walked away, still wrapped in a towel, looking for my cell phone.

Here comes the question: Aren't you a wolf? Use your hearing.

Well, I put my wolf to hibernate, not being able to access her abilities. Why? Too complicated and painful to explain and remember. But in short, I couldn't identify as a wolf and it was a disaster being one too. The day I transformed was horrible, the pain was what was very present on the day.

I had already been through a lot of pain in the course of my life, whether physical, emotional or psychological. I couldn't go on knowing that, being a werewolf, pain was going to be a permanent part of my life.

Other than that, I'm very afraid of wolves. And no, it's not forbidden or strange to be afraid of your own kind, is it? Ask humans, especially women, there will be no denial.

I finally find the phone and answer it.

- Miguxa, have you forgotten your friends? - Always dramatic, even though I really forgot to call her.

- From you? Impossible - I hear your laugh on the other end of the line.

- How's California citizenship going?

- Boring, for now.

- Plans in mind to rejoice around?

- I'll wait until I start working at the company to get to know the city and someone nice - I answer, turning my attention back to the choice of clothes

- Didn't it start? Uhm. If you meet a rich male I appreciate it if you introduce me to throw me at him-River at his suggestion-I'm serious!

-Okay, okay. I'm going because I need to enter the company. Bye Smurfette

-Okay, bye Miguxa. - He leaves laughing.

I look at the time and realize it's already 10:30 and I rush to get ready. I need to be there before noon.

I opt for plain light blue jeans, a white dress shirt and simple black sneakers. I didn't want to go so dressed up, I'm just going to sign papers, but it's a fancy company with formally dressed people, I need to look in a non-rude way.

The journey to the company is about 30 minutes, so I manage to arrive at 11:25 am. It wouldn't take more than 30 minutes, right?

I enter the great hall and look for a place or someone to get information. I arrive at the reception where two beautiful but vulgar women are standing, and I ask where I need to go to finish my contract. They even gave me the right information, but for someone who works at the front desk of a place, shouldn't they smile or show some kind of charisma? But everything is fine. I go straight to the fifth floor where I was informed that it was the HR sector.

At 12:10 am I was already 100% hired, I went towards the elevator, jumping up and down and holding back my squeals of joy. I barely noticed when I hit a wall because I was so euphoric and ended up falling on my butt. I massage my head that started the pain and I barely notice, again my lack of attention, a hand extended to me.

Do walls have hands?