A job interview

"...a job interview. If they don't hire me, someone else will."

Karen looks up from her phone with great annoyance. "You didn't forget, did you? You need a job because I'm sick of you freeloading. I don't care if you're in high school, I'm not going to have you living in my house without paying rent. If you don't have a job TODAY, you can go live on the street like those starving artists you love so much."

Kittie stared at her scrambled eggs and toast, doing her best not to glare at this evil bitch. As much as she hated Karen, now just wasn't the time to start trouble. In only a few months, Kittie would have her inheritance and she'd never have to talk to this vile gold digger or her son ever again.

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30 minutes later, Kittie pulled up to the front of the building and parked, looking mysterious and intelligent in her most professional outfit. If she wasn't hireable now, she never would be.

She gives herself a quick check in the mirror as she steps out of her little 2-door Prius. Kittie looks up at the building, taking a deep breath and preparing herself. There was nothing to worry about. She had this. She was going to walk inside, and she would walk back out as an employee of...