Sia’s POV

I jolted awake to the blaring sound of my alarm—forty-five minutes late. “No!” I gasped, throwing off the covers and scrambling out of bed. This could not be happening. I had *one* shot at this interview, and I was already running behind.

Dressing quickly, I rushed out the door, only to be met with another catastrophe—no cabs. Not a single one in sight. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, pacing in front of my apartment. My eyes darted across the street where I spotted my neighbor's kid’s bicycle lying on the ground.

Without a second thought, I snatched it up and took off down the road,...