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to be published. I click my tongue in my rising impatience. It is already 2pm. Would publishing the results earlier in the day have been so hard? Because their process

eleased?" Valerie, a friend who also wrote

I retort. "Why are you asking as if m

ave been released. I mean

il

rts to dawn on me that this might just be a precursor t

"I'll be doing the same here. If you see some

even answer, probably to harass

iggest disappointment of my life, I close the pa

unch. There's no need starving myself. If I'm going to g

acos, sopes and flan. I walk over to a table where thre

w there is no love lost and that they talk about me behind my back. And truth be told, I do the sam

hey are all huddled over. "Have you seen Dolores?, are you s

a wistful Lucia says, her eyes so wide I know she wishes she could h

he's have so much fun wh

he's a Goldman Sachs Senior Vice President!

y one eaten up with envy over

a comment on the p

scoffs. "What is he

look, her smile mocking. "

n of me. For all the time Carlos and I were together before he left, they weren't the only ones who con

if they make me c

forcing a bright smile.

disbelieving. "Doing very well wi

I hear myself saying, referring to the interview he told me has tod

r he threw his job here away, I was afraid he would

rls laugh along with her. I have to fight off the

taunts. "You think he hasn't fo

ive them the satisfaction of seeing how affected I am

."Thankfully, they are distracted by something else on Lucia's Instagram feed, and I return my a

website but another part of me wants to manage my expectations. The way it's looki

at the top of my screen. My breath catches in my breath when I see it is from Skyline , and my heart starts to race as I wonder

n the email, a rejec

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with Middlesex University, London, you have been offered admission for an M.Sc. in Global Supply Chain M

er my body. I shoot to my feet and squeal, not caring about the several curious gla