The Art of Hating You

blaring loudly on her nightstand. She let out a gro

he mumbled, her voice m

"Come on, Sara! You're going to be late!" she excl

the sleep from her eyes. "Fi

t have five more minutes! You have an interview in an

side of the bed. "I'll be fine," she s

m and pulling her out of bed. "You're going to be late, a

eyes flashing with annoyance. "You're go

es half-closed. "Just five

er stall and turned the faucet to cold. The sudden

on her. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "

smirk on her face. "That should wake you up,

awake now, and she glared at Maddy through the clear shower door. "You'

out that," she said, referring to Sara's threat of revenge. "But for now, get ready! B

nder the cold water. "Good luck with your inte

door behind her, leaving S

the sudden cold shower. "Thanks for the wake-up cal

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dressed in a crisp white blouse and a tailored black skirt, her hair pulled back into a neat ponyta

ing slightly in the morning breeze. Her coat was slung ove

e softness of the bread providing a satisfying contrast. She chewed slowly,

Senior Business Analyst. She had graduated at the top of her class from the University o

althy, and Sara had worked hard to secure scholarships and part-time jobs to fund her education. After completing her deg

workload had been overwhelming, and the CEO had made her feel uncomfortable with his constant attention. Des

adn't been easy. Her old boss, Mr. Franklin Jenkins, had been reluctant to give her a good refe

interview at NovaTech Inc. She was excited about the opportunity and was confid

perate need for a job. It had been three long months since she'd quit her last position, and her s

. She needed a job, any job, to pay her bills and keep a roof over her head. The thought of having to move back i

refused to give her a good reference. It was unfair, and it had made her job search so much ha

irt and taking a deep breath. It was time to put on a confident face and

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