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I arrived home feeling utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. The weight of my fruitless quest to secure an interview with Mark and the cloud of financial worry loomed over me like a persistent storm. With a heavy sigh, I decided it was time to unwind.

The comforting familiarity of my small, cozy apartment greeted me as I entered. It was a haven of solitude, a place where I could take refuge from the demands of the outside world. Dropping my bag by the door, I headed straight for the bathroom, the soft lighting casting a warm, inviting glow.

As I started to fill the bathtub with warm water, I couldn't help but let my mind drift to the predicament of my financial woes. The overdue bills, the looming rent, and the uncertainty of how I would make ends meet gnawed at me. My desire to secure that interview with Mark was not only fueled by curiosity but also by the hope that it might be the key to solving my money problems.

As I eased into the soothing waters of the bathtub, my th