Tamara’s POVI sat across the manager’s table, my résumé clutched so tightly my knuckles ached, fingernails pressing little scars into my skin. I forced a brave smile, adjusting my posture to look more confident than I felt. For a moment, my eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow outside the window, tall, hairy, oddly animal‑like.“I’m definitely seeing things,” I muttered under my breath.“Miss Tamara?” the manager prompted, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Why do you want to work here?”Blinking, I dragged myself back to reality. “I… I need the experience,” I stammered, my fingers tapping nervously on the résumé as if answers would magically appear. “I’m hardworking, and I–”The manager glanced at the clock above my head, irritation creeping into his voice. “We don’t have all day, Miss Tamara.”A whisper brushed against my ear, low and haunting. My eyes darted to the window, then back to him. Get yourself together, Tamara, I pleaded inwardly.“I love reading and–“A low howl echoed faintly
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