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held a green dress in her hand.
    “Here.”
    She shoved the dress toward me.
    “Put this on. I had to guess at your size, so hopefully it will fit.”
    There was a screen in the corner of the room, so I ducked behind it and changed clothes. The dress did fit…barely. It clung to my skin so tightly, it showed curves I didn’t even know I had. When I came out from behind the screen, Monroe whistled.
    “Whew, sexy mama!”
    I couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across my face. Sexy was not a word I’d ever use to describe myself.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled.
    “Stand over there in front of the blank space on the wall.”
    Delilah motioned to an area near the screen. I moved into place, and she strode over to stand in front of me. I didn’t notice the camera she held until she raised it in front of her face.
    “Do try your best to look alluring,” she said.
    What I really wanted to do was smack that smug look right off her face. Instead, I did my best to smile and hide the murderous thoughts swirling around my brain. Who did she think she was anyway? Just because she was stick-model thin didn’t make her any better than me.
    “That’ll do,” she said after taking a few pictures. “We’re done now. You are to take the dress home with you in case you get called for an interview with one of our clients. Ms. Henderson will expect you to wear it.”
    She smiled maliciously.
    “I wouldn’t expect a call though, if I were you. Our clients are rather…picky.”
    She stalked out of the room, and I resisted the urge to pick up a nearby vase and throw it at the back of her retreating head.
    “Don’t mind her,” Monroe said. “She suffers from stick disease.”
    I raised my eyebrows.
    “Stick disease?”
    “Yeah, you know…she perpetually has a stick up her ass.”
    I laughed out loud. I couldn’t help it. It was probably the first time I’d laughed since losing my parents.
    “Thanks for that.”
    “My pleasure.”
    I strode back behind the screen and changed back into my clothes. Grabbing the hangar and plastic garment bag Delilah had left behind, I covered the green dress and got ready to leave.
    “Don’t forget what I showed you,” Monroe gently chided.
    “I won’t. Thanks again.”
    If nothing else came of this, at least I knew how to make myself more presentable for job interviews. If this fell through, I had a feeling I’d be going to a lot of those.

3 .
     
    I sat on my bed in my dorm room, the day’s newspaper that I’d swiped from the Commons in my hands. It had been a week since I visited Carrington Acquisitions, and I’d not heard from them. Sighing, I circled another ad that started at minimum wage.
    Unfortunately, with just one year of college under my belt, I wasn’t qualified for any job that paid more. After I finished looking at the want ads, I was going to check to see if there were any ads for people needing roommates to share rent and utilities with. The end of the semester was coming up fast, and if I didn’t find a job soon, I’d be homeless.
    The buzzing of my cell phone interrupted my search for a place to work. “Hello?”
    “Ms. Darling, this is Delilah.”
    Well of course it was. I’d recognize that snooty tone anywhere.
    “Yes?”
    “You have an interview tomorrow at 5pm with Mr. Jace Weatherton. Ms. Henderson wanted me to remind you to wear the green dress. And don’t be late. Mr. Weatherton is quite a stickler for punctuality.”
    She gave me the address and disconnected.
    My heart fluttered in my chest, and I laid the paper on the desk that separated my bed from that of my roommate. Maybe I wouldn’t need the classifieds after all.
    ***
    “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
    I turned the key again, but all I heard was a pathetic whining sound. The engine refused to catch. I checked my watch. I was going to be late. This was not good. I jumped out of my car and ran back into the dorm. Luckily, my roommate, Mandy, planned to stay in and study for the night.
    “I thought