My name is Madison. I’m 25, and on that morning, I genuinely believed—maybe, just maybe—my life was finally turning a corner. I’d landed an interview with an actual tech startup in our city, the kind of opportunity I had prayed for since college.
After grinding at retail jobs, babysitting shifts, serving tables, and scraping pennies for gas, I finally had one shot.
A job that could change everything. I woke up early, laid out my clothes on my bed, steamed my blazer, and practiced my answers in the mirror.
For once, I actually felt hope in my chest instead of dread. My younger sister, Chloe, strolled into my room without knocking, brushing her hair.
She had a Starbucks drink in one hand and sunglasses perched on her head—inside the house, naturally.
She always thought she was a celebrity. “I need you to take me to the mall by noon,” she said flatly, like giving a servant a daily instruction. “I can’t,” I said calmly, zipping my portfolio case.
“My interview is at 12:30 downtown.”
She blinked, as if the words confused her.
“No. Take me first.
I told my friends I’d be there. You can just call your little interview people and push it.”
I stared at her, stunned.
“You want me to cancel a job interview I waited months for, so you can go shop for makeup?”
She rolled her eyes dramatically.
“You’ve literally applied to a thousand jobs before. You’ll get another interview. My girls are only meeting today.” She walked out like the decree was signed.
I followed her downstairs.
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