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I am confident that my skills, adaptability, and leadership will allow me to contribute meaningfully to your team. Please find my resume attached. I would love the chance to discuss how I can support Innovation Communist’s upcoming initiatives. Thank you for your time and consideration. Warm regards, Sarah Lincoln Sarahlincoln@g***l.com” After pressing the send button, I let out a long sigh and fell back on my bed. My mind was restless, replaying everything I had written. Had I sounded professional enough? Sincere enough? Still, exhaustion got the best of me. But just as I began to drift off, my phone buzzed. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. But then I

I've been drilling holes into this screen for two hours, and I haven't typed a single syllable. "You're awake." I rotate. Julian fills the bedroom doorway, rumpled and barefoot, his hair a wreck. He appears younger like this, less the apex predator and more the man who burned six slices of toast trying to make me breakfast. "Sleep refused to arrive," I say. He crosses to the kitchen and looks at the screen over my shoulder. His jaw tightens. "The resume file." "I don't know what to write. 'Personal assistant' appears as a code word. 'contract worker looks suspicious. 'Private contractor' makes it sound like I was doing something criminal."

he whispered. I shook my head. "Sorry. I can't. Jasmine and I have to get home." I replied and he frowned. "Why don't I come over then?" he tried but I shook my head. "Nope. We have a family thing to do" I added and turned back to my sheet. I felt him stare at me for a while longer until he finally went back to work. Finally class ended and I checked my schedule to see what we had next. Gym, great. Gym class with a bunch of werewolves and vampires. What could go wrong?

“Kuronomiya, you okay?” Yamato-san stopped me as I walked past his desk on the way to mine, returning from Hamada-san’s cabin. “I… heard about the mess up.” “It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.” I smiled weakly at him. “It’s not… a total loss. The client just decided that my proposal was not modern enough. I mean, I admit that it isn’t my best work.” “So, what now? You’re resubmitting?”

Three weeks later ----- The cursor blinked in the corner of Rhea’s laptop screen, daring me to click “Next Level” in a game I didn’t even care about. It was just noise, something to keep my hands busy while my brain refused to think about résumés or rejection letters. “Bella?” My brother’s voice broke the trance. He leaned against my doorway, a half-empty cereal bowl in his hand. “Have you checked your email today? You know… for job replies?”

He said before scurrying out. Kaiden turned to the other guys, "Ricky, you are substituting Shino for today. Go to the training session after breakfast, okay?" Ricky frowned but nodded and muttered an okay. "As for you," Kai looked at the vet, "Stay inside your room." At Neal's nod he walked out of the kitchen. ________________

I want to experience working in media. "Hey, Vince," I call his attention. "Yes?" He said. “Are you in need of people like, for example, Personal Assistant?” I asked him. “Why? You want to apply?” He teases me. “Yes, if you are still hiring.” I honestly said. Their jaw dropped from what I said. “What kind of joke is that, Alli?!” Lance butt-in. “I will pass my resignation on Monday because dad wants me to work on his company,” I explained.

I finish the spell before falling into a peaceful night of sleep. The next morning I hear knocking at the front door looking at my phone for the time "9:00 am...... Shit !" I said jumping up from my bed putting on my shorts before running down the stairs to the door. Opening the door to see a man that's looking to be mids 50's and 6'0 ft tall with salt and pepper hair cut short " Hi I'm John your uncle Benny call me yesterday about an electric problem " he said, after showing him where the fuse box as I ran upstairs to shower and change to meet my aunt at a coffee shop in the town center. Changing into a white shirt, faded jeans, and worn-out chucks Taylors I went to see John tell him I leav

Too painful. Daisy was about to say: "It's actually not as miserable as people think." But a voice interrupted. “How long are you off this time?” asked Abel. The man has a rather sad past. He used to eat government meals, live in public housing, and remove some calendars for the manslaughter of his father. He is a handsome man but for some reasons he likes to have a shaggy beard, cover a third of his face. Currently he is an employee at the Iric’s vegan restaurant. Whoever asks him what his job is. He always says “I am a driver.” In fact, he looks like a carpenter. Touch where to do it. From cooking rice, chopping firewood, picking vegetables... “Now I don’t have a future plan. I just want t

‎ ‎Curious, and slightly suspicious, I clicked it open. ‎ ‎Dear Miss Hale, ‎Your professional profile has been thoroughly reviewed and approved for the position of Personal Assistant to the Chief Executive Officer at Kael Industries. You are scheduled to resume duties this coming Tuesday at 9:00 AM prompt. Please reply directly to this email within twenty-four hours to confirm your formal acceptance of this job invitation. ‎Regards, ‎The Executive Office, Kael Industries. ‎ ‎I stared at the text, letting out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. ‎