BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
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I wake up for a moment, bleary eyed, and glance at my alarm. Ugh. I punch the snooze button. Back to dreamland I go.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
This time I bolt upright, a mix of adrenaline and panic coursing through me. Shit. I’ve done it now. I’m going to be late for my interview as an assistant for Lemonier & Smeathe Associates, the big law firm in town. Tripping out of bed over a pile of dirty clothes, I scramble to find something to wear. I throw on a blouse and a pencil skirt, clasping the silver “Alice” necklace from my grandmother onto my neck last year for my 21st birthday. I grab my purse. It’s go time.