Grace

The music thumped deep in my ears. I kept scrolling through job listings, my thumb sluggish, and my eyes dry.

Ugh. Nothing.

Either the positions were already filled, or the offers were bad, underpaid, overworked, or flat-out scams.

I let out a long sigh and dragged my palm over my face, pressing into my closed eyes. What the hell was I going to do?

I needed work. I had to earn something. I couldn’t keep living like a leech, no matter how many times Eleanor and Wyatt told me they didn’t mind. I minded.

“Ah,” I muttered under my breath. “Why does this job have to be the best...