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had sugar, again. I sat in the corner chair of my mother's kitchen nook, looking through the wanted pages, I wasn't really looking, simply putting on a farce for my mother. She likes to glace over and observe my job-hunting skills every few minutes

my mother had not. I still couldn't decide if I wanted to get my postgrad or if I even wanted to spend my life doing a job that I felt was purely for my mother's benefit. However, 3 months in I was st

mom what Is this why the persistence with this Richards and Associates, I thought you wanted me to put my degree to good use this is a simple Secretary position and has nothing to do with my degree o

as this was all she ever had ever wanted. For as long as I could remember we had been preparing for law school getting good grades avoiding all temptation that leaned to a normal life, my mother, though I loved her was a hard woman, and pleasing her was difficult to say the least. It had always just been us two when I was old enough to ask about my father. I only got the chance to ask once, th

and my body got unpleasantly soft no matter how much we dieted, I saw almost no similarities between my mother's hard beautiful features and my softer simple ones. My mother was all cut glass and sharp angles and sort of heroin chic she looked like she came straight out of a magazine from the 90s even as she aged, she seemed to grow more regal and only now that she was reaching 55 did she start to look a little worn out like leather shoes roughing around the e

added my resume to the attachments tab at the bottom wondering, not for the first time if they even bothered to look at my resume as it was word for word a copy of all the information I was asked to provide. I looked up at my mom as

rt sent with a neckline that looked like it was meant to button up but the fabric had been cut and sewn in a way to make that impossible. It's like she picked it out specifically to show off the one thing she deemed an ass

fe truly mine. I'd gotten the job 4 years ago I had been near begging on my knees by the time my mother caved into the request to allow me to get

in the last year let me walk to and from the train station as she was working more shifts at the hospital to help keep on top of bills. The reason I loved my job was because of the few friends I had managed

had arrived outside she had seen josh lean over and kiss him all anger had dissipated in her face and she seemed content for me and Archie to spend as many hours as I wanted, together. Not that it was all sunshine and roses, Ar

never seen you spend a cent, and I know you got sponsored for most of your degree, so you have enough saved I'm sure to buy a house outright or close enough!" I giggled again surprisingly he never let me answer the questions he asked knowing all the answers instinctively and the reply he knew made no sense "because we want this" or "because we

dates and they wouldn't even get around to sending the "unfortunately" email that I was so used to getting. Just as I was about to close my laptop when a notification came throug

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been approved and scheduled for tomorrow at 1:10 p.m. pl

ssible rescheduling. This was the kind of job you made time for not the other way around clearly they had heaps of interest and they didn't ne

ht then she had no control over my appearance and attendance to the interview, she couldn't afford to give up the overtime shift that tomorrow would be, with bills due next week and stubborn pride that wouldn't allow me to help, she need

onstrosity of a shirt my mother was making me wear. I hopped in the shower and did my make up. I went a little easy on the eyes and put a dark red lipstick on. I wasn't going to let

nd realised the next train will arrive in four minutes this might be cutting it a bit close but as I decided this was probably the easiest way and I wasn't gonna risk wrinkling my outfit, I simply sat down on the nearest chair and waited for the next train.6 minutes later I checked my watch "When will this crappy train arrive?" I thought to myself, never a dull moment with the people that busied themselves constantly checking their watches equally annoyed at the lateness of the train "it's

to point out my flaws and compared to her regal beauty I could see how I paled in comparison. 2 minutes later "Finally" I huffed as the train pulled in. With any luck I will be there by 1 o'clock, I held my breath as I realised th

I going to get there. I could call an Uber but I have a feeling I have to wait the 10 minutes It would take to just

33rd floor, wait that was the top floor maybe this interview was more important then I'd realised. I got in the elevator and pushed the button, the doors closed and I was off. I hadn't had time to realise how nervous I was my last interview w

rt sank. The interviews hadn't run late. I was 4 minutes late heaven be this was going to be hard to explain. I looked at the elderly Sec

interview was 13:10" I put my most sincere smile on and said. "Please I didn't mean to be late, I tried to be here on time the train ran two minutes late and then there was no time t

do it, sweetheart. It's been a very long day with so many interviews he has had a very busy mo

d "I'm sorry if there is anything you could do I really need this interview ? " I looked up at her pleading. She smiled at me s