Two days later, still nursing my pride and bruised soul alone, I found myself wandering through Midtown Manhattan, dressed in secondhand black slacks, a wrinkled button-up, and sneakers that had definitely seen better days. My résumé was clutched in one hand, damp from my sweaty palms and the misty morning drizzle, while my other hand flicked through job listings on my cracked phone screen.No luck. Every kitchen was either “not hiring,” “come back next week,” or ghosted me with silence the moment they saw the McLaren name under “previous employer.”I was tired. Hungry. My feet were aching. And hope? It was on life support.So when I passed a small, dimly-lit convenience store tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop, I thought, Screw it. I stepped inside, grabbed a lukewarm bottle of soda, and stood in line behind a man yelling about expired coupons.And then I saw it. The lottery machine. The digital screen flickered with the words:“JACKPOT: $10,000,000 — Play Today!”I snorted
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